The first clothes I ever designed were for my dolls, sewn with a needle and thread that my great-grandmother gave me. I remember the utter joy she had in making me a new dress and the admirable ease in which she repaired a torn knee or let down an outgrown hem. It was if she could transform me into a new and ideal version of myself just by stroking me with silk or wrapping me in wool. Everything she created was with that intention, and with love.
It is exactly with that impulsion that I began to design, first for my toy companions, then for myself, and now for all women.