I was blessed to be surrounded by beauty, both natural and manmade, from an early age. Some of my first memories are of sun-dappled vines and the beautiful Du Toitskloof mountains surrounding our farm. The interior of our house was never formally designed, yet over generations it acquired a true style of its own: beautiful silver-grey damask silk curtains and a carpet woven specially for my great grandparents, all of which travelled across oceans to our farmhouse in the Boland.
My first encounter with the magic of fabric came from my mother’s “jonkmanskas” cupboard which was filled with fabric pieces, she had collected over many years. Somewhere in this rich swirl of memories lies the seed of my deep appreciation for beautiful things.
The moment that truly changed my life, however, was attending a launch at Mavromac as a young designer. Though the Mavromac showroom in Wynberg Cape Town was only a small building at the time, to me it was a whole new universe of beautiful fabrics and stunning presentation. Mavromac was the inspiration for my career.
Little did I realise that a momentous change was developing, and Mavromac would go on to become my whole life. Soon after, I started working in the Mavromac Cape Town showroom – just the first of many blessings I’ve received.
Some of my most remarkable experiences took place much further from home. Then, as now, Paris was the undisputed capital of the fashion and design world and I was priviledged to visit annually…