I accidentally healed my inner child on Instagram

Don't recommend trying this at home

It all started on an unassuming sunny morning on the island of Madeira. I swung open the doors of my wardrobe, pulled out the skirt I had knit last summer, and started hurling clothes onto the bed. After getting 4-5 outfits down I packed everything into a few bags and called a taxi. With my curlers still in place I dragged the overfilled shoppers, which resembled those Miu Miu stuffed bags, albeit less chic, down the hill. “Bless this mess” I thought, “This feels like a bit of a production for some content…”.

Miu Miu stuffed bags SS24.

I got to my friend’s house looking like I was going to move in. After a cup of tea and a general catch up I got to “work”. I slowly took over the bedroom, setting up my accessories, shoes etc… and I suddenly realized all those years backstage had served me well, I knew how to set up a styling station without giving it a thought.

I filmed my outfits, moved around my friends gorgeous apartment taking pictures, we messed around in the kitchen recreating something that made me look like a little Italian old lady, which is after all who I am, and at the end of the day, it was fun! Admittedly I felt slightly uncomfortable filming myself, of course, but this wasn’t influencer content, it was me showing a skirt I had made and how you can wear handmade stuff in a cool context. It felt authentic, and most of all I had a great time doing it.

When I got home I put the reel together pretty quickly, and although I felt a bit hesitant before pushing the “post” button, I chucked it down to nerves, being seen is always a little startling for me, especially in this context. I worked in fashion for 15 years, a lot of the people that follow me are models, casting directors, model agents, designers and stylists… Its fucking intimidating to say the least, to put yourself out there in front of this crowd!