ON A LOVING NOTE ;
Dear Storyteller,
Growing up as a traveler, and moving from one place to another like a nomad, I've perceived life as a beautiful chaos of the time within packing and unpacking my suitcase. Therefore, my clothes have been my roots and companions through every season & destination, and they’ve never really let me down. Even when over worn. They understand.
Not settling down properly, and considering every home temporary bring some fun but also a sense of belonging to nowhere but everywhere, as well as no one but everyone you love through the journey. My clothes, following my steps with my suitcase, have been more permanent to hold on to, as they carry all my best, worst and most unique stories. Also, they’ve been great, because they don’t suddenly disappear, and they are mostly flattering too. No ghosting, gaslighting or manipulating guaranteed.
After all, I figured we have created all these calm and wild stories together, as they were my second skin I’ve settled into as my home. We've chilled together; we've gone crazy together. In other words, I figured they have been the real home to me and a best friend, and they even helped with my every single first impression on a stranger... Strangers then, now maybe friends.
In the end, all we have left is our stories in our hearts, and that’s all we are made of no matter where we go. Even our ancestors' stories from seven generations ago silently shape who we are. And the power of telling stories to each other is so amazing that it helps create, believe, start relationships, make friends, create ideas, make art, build companies or brands, discover needs, and share emotions as well as vulnerabilities.
So I’ve realized that as long as we are the main characters, clothes are the best supporting roles in our narratives, and easygoing to carry around. Even at times when we feel like we’re carried by the wind, I hope to feel grounded in the clothes I choose to wear. And when the sun comes back up as it always does, I want them to flow and dance with me through the rhythm. In any case, we always have and always will create our stories together. And they often absorb the smell of our loved ones too, which bring back memories so we keep certain pieces for ourselves, sometimes secretly.
They have been there. They are there. For us.
I’ve had many easy welcomes and hard goodbyes or vice versa, and I’ve been to various places where I’ve met many unique human beings. There is nothing better to me than holding so much love for a person I connect with, and eventually bringing people I love together. So I can't help but fall in love with every single story I've crossed paths with as well as mine. After all the beautiful, messy and wild stories I’ve heard and written myself, I’m a hopeless believer that our best days are still yet to come. Our best stories are yet to be lived and written.
Along the way, we hope Storytellers; becomes a true friend, and gives you the home feeling almost as much as your own stories do. For home not to be a place but rather a feeling of being accepted, understood and loved.
We’re beyond happy to be within your story, on the outside.
With love, peace, madness, and gratitude,
Storytellers; Xxx
