Let’s go back to the beginning a bit: when did you first begin designing clothing?
I recall being “fashion-conscious” as a tiny, little kid, barely six years old and obsessed with punk, cutting up my clothing and chopping my hair into ghastly shapes at the distress of my mother. By the time I was 11, I was filling sketchbook after sketchbook with the fashion designs I longed to see in existence and a few years later, began sewing. I had no formal training, no talented seamstress for a grandmother who showed me the ropes, none of those typical fashion designer backgrounds you hear about and so it was only after a four-year derailing of serving coffee and working in retirement homes that I realized just how bloody important it was that I pursue the one thing I felt most passionately about. Six broken sewing machines and an emigration later, I’d launched my own clothing company and felt just about worthy of the title “fashion designer” when someone asked me what I did for a living.