Once upon a time, I was a fashion school student, it’ll be seven years since I had started my fashion journey.
I was only 17 when I first signed up for my diploma of fashion textile merchandising at Kangan. Funnily enough my dad was actually reading fashion journal (magazine) in the toilet when he saw the ad to study fashion at Kangan.
It was a new program they had recently launched, and I was one of 10 who signed up for it.
I had always loved fashion, designing and art. I’m a creative person, I was never good at maths or science. Having the opportunity to learn fashion four days a week, it was a dream come true.
Throughout my year and half I learnt how to draw, I was taught for six months on how to pattern make. I would go to my shifts at safeway and boast about how I had to complete my pattern making project. I would lay it all out on the tea table at work during my lunch break. I was proud.
We learnt vital creative skills, and about every piece of fabric and blend! I also learnt marketing skills that kicked in at university in my first year, everything I’ve learnt at fashion school I’ve translated into my university course, just instead of industrial products, I simply think just fashion.
Cringe worthy drawings, they're much better now, these are the first original drawings of my outfits.