How everything started in Budapest
As I was sitting in the bedroom of my Grandma as 8 years old, I saw her huge amount
of amazing, shiny, glittered, flowered clothes she brought from far-away countries. I
dreamed of being an adult who is able to make all these magical clothes by herself and
can rule the fabric and the sewing machine.
She lived in an old house on the hills of
Buda, the house itself was a magical place for me as a child.
We often went to ballet and theater and I was amazed by the smell of the costumes on
stage and just wanted to be somehow part of that wonder.
I was so impatient that, at the age of 10, I asked my grandma to teach me handle her
100-year-old Singer sewing machine and sewing became my first passion. Otherwise,
during my whole childhood, I was always doing some handwork, like clothes, costumes,
paintings, self-built stage, furniture or creating poems or just dancing by myself. As an
only child, I had plenty of time to be alone, getting lost in timelessness in my big, messy
room. Somehow, I felt the touch of old times, if I was already doing all these things
before in my previous lives.
I just loved everything which was old, including old people: I preferred to spend time with
them more than with other kids.
So that is how I became a creative adult.
As I was always very curious, I tried how it is to have a bar and fashion store in
Budapest, and later on in Berlin.
Right now, I am focusing on fashion design and I do the
thing that I like to do the most: fashion.
...and continues in Berlin
“Fair” means to me to respect people and their work. I think everyone in this world
should work under good circumstances and get a fair-enough salary.
Textile industry is one of the most harmful and unfair industry in the world. Every day,
week or month the world, mostly far east countries, produce tons of clothes and most of
them become trash after two months wearing. I saw a documentary about an Indian
village where the worn clothes are transported to and people make new fabric out of
them in a local factory.
Every time I saw something like this, I felt so sorry for the workers who sewed all these
clothes for almost no payment instead of spending their time with their family.
So why do we need all these clothes? Why do we buy low quality stuff which is made by
people who get only two euros per day? Why do we support low powerty in the third world and modern slavery?
Because we got used to all of this, we got used to go to stores and buy cheap things. We
do not know that someone else has paid instead of us. Someone who worked 12-20 hours
a day, only for feeding his family.
And we all are responsible for all of that. We could point to rich, evil people who manage
big textile fabrics and sell cheap products to us, but this is an evil circle and would not
work without us.
That is why, after so many sleepless nights thinking about how I could help the world to
be a better place, I thought I will make sustainable, fair trade clothes for an affordable