The smell of mildew, the noisy pipes and the brisk air all seemed to disappear when I walked into the basement. I used it as my office, my classroom, my fashion studio. I knew since I was a little girl I was destined to do great things. For hours at a time I sat down there with sketch pads and notebooks, illustrat… Read More
The smell of mildew, the noisy pipes and the brisk air all seemed to disappear when I walked into the basement. I used it as my office, my classroom, my fashion studio. I knew since I was a little girl I was destined to do great things. For hours at a time I sat down there with sketch pads and notebooks, illustrating my thoughts from fashion to journalism, even advertising and marketing. It was my secret place where I could go to let my imagination run wild and be anything I wanted to be. Read Less
