When I was younger, I dreamed of a fashion career. I wanted to see my designs in glossy catalogs, lined up perfectly, showcased for the world. At the time, that felt like someone else’s world—something I’d have to wait to be invited into.

Funny enough… I ended up creating my own catalog anyway, but not in the way I imagined. Through my book 📕, I displayed my creativity, my ideas, my visions—my designs had a platform, even if it wasn’t on a store shelf. I realized I didn’t need permission or validation to showcase my work; I could make my own runway, my own exhibition, my own catalog.

Sometimes, your dreams show up in forms you never expected—but that doesn’t make them any less real.