My love of style came to me at a young age from three of the most important women in my life who taught me the fundamentals of individual style. First is my
great-grandmother, the southern belle from South Carolina, who wears the most beautiful white embellished dresses accessorized with an even more extravagant white hat. Ever since I’ve been on this earth, and even before, she has only worn different shades of white…yes shades—like cream, eggshell, ivory, magnolia, etc. She is beautiful in every measure, and it goes to show that you can be stylish with only one color!

Next is my
grandmother. She is the sophisticated, conservative business woman with well structured skirts, blouses and suits. She irons everything—even her jeans, and abides by the washing instructions tag on every article of clothing. She is the quintessential New Yorker in every way—extremely modern.


Then of course, is my mother. Her love of prints and flowing fabrics mirrors her easy-going personality. She’ll match a black and white zebra print with a red
Fendi bag, armor her arms with gold bracelets, and look fabulous.


All three women taught me that style is not what you wear, but how you wear it and true style is the individual and not the fashion.