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A Closer Look Inside My World: Interior Design
This edition features photographs of my bedroom/studio, a space
I have been carefully shaping and nurturing for over two years. To me, fashion
has never been confined to the garments that drape our bodies; it extends far
beyond clothing. Fashion is a lifestyle, a way of moving through the world with
intention and awareness. My approach to interior design stems from this very
sense of fashion, where I aspire not only to style what I wear but also the very air
I breathe, the walls that surround me, and the moments I live within them. My
aim has been to create a space where living itself becomes an act of fashion,
where each moment is draped in beauty ~ the art of every human soul.
I believe that in order for beautiful notions to spark within
the creative
consciousness, one must be enveloped by beauty itself. Ideas, after all, are
delicate; they are born out of what we allow to saturate our senses. To give them
room, I have cultivated an environment that is both comfortable and elegant, a
space that offers both sanctuary and inspiration. This room/studio has become
my canvas, a reflection of the interplay between my inner world and the external
one, where fabric, light, and objects all converse quietly with one another, where
everything sings and hums of glamour.
The walls are lined with paintings and prints, fragments of time and memory
arranged like a gallery of personal echoes. Plants spill gently from sculpted
shelves, softening the weight of history that hangs beside them. The warm glow
of amber lamps touches everything with intimacy, making wood surfaces
shimmer and casting elongated shadows that shift as the day collapses into night.
A sewing machine waits at the desk, its metallic body catching the light, ready to
hum into life. Piles of fabric rest in the corner like unfinished poems, draped
with care but never static, always whispering of what they might become and
who I may become wearing them.
But this room is not only a haven for rest; it is my studio, the workshop of my
imagination. Here, garments are cut, sketches unfold across paper, fabric scraps
pile like layered thoughts, and poetry drifts between the stitches. It is where late
nights stretch into early mornings, where silence hums with possibility, where
mistakes evolve into revelations. In this dual space, I live and I work, I dream
and I produce. It is both cradle and crucible, a place of softness and of fire.
Here, I can immerse myself wholly in my being and in my craft. It is a corner
where I have no eyes on me, free from judgment, pretense, or fear. In this
intimate sphere, I am not veiled but unveiled, open to limitless possibilities, to the
exploration of self, and to the expression of potential rather than its repression.
It is in this space that I allow myself to become porous, to absorb the world and
let it move through me until it transforms into creation.
Every corner, every object, holds meaning. The placement of a lamp, the weight
of an old clock, the gleam of polished wood, the subtle play of shadow and
reflection ~ this all become part of a narrative that feeds me. This room does not
merely shelter me; it reminds me that life itself is the ultimate muse. Even the
mundane here carries poetry. A jacket draped on a chair, sunlight caught in a mirror, the quiet hum of stillness these are the sparks that ignite imagination,
that ignite craft.
My room is not simply a room; it is a vessel for my becoming. It is both refuge
and forge, both sanctuary and stage. It is a reminder that art and life cannot be
separated, that fashion is as much about the spaces we inhabit as it is about the
clothes we wear. In curating this sanctuary, I have learned that to live beautifully
is itself an art form. This room, in all its quiet elegance and quiet labor, whispers
back to me: live in fashion, live in beauty, live in truth.
