This butcher’s apron is where it all began
This apron was supposed to be my future. It’s a contradiction – everything I rejected and everything that created me. My dad was a butcher in Lourdes and I used to wear it when I helped him in the shop. It was a family business. I was seven years old and the apron touched the floor, like a gown.
I knew I didn’t want to become a butcher but I was the only kid in the village who got to wear this amazing piece of fabric. I learned how to fold it and tuck it when it got dirty. It was the first drape I did. Everything started with that first movement. I wore it every day and it shaped my sense that clothes should be unique and different but at the same time like a uniform. I still believe that my job is to make glamorous uniforms.