Keeping a copy of Vogue on my bedside table seems to have finally paid off.
I’m joking, my source of inspiration wasn’t Vogue. I don’t know what it was. Maybe thinking about the joy I used to feel as a child intent on crafting clothes for my Barbie dolls, or going into my mum’s wardrobe and make up a story for every item of clothing, imagining which special occasions they had been purchased for.
I haven’t changed much, and if I had any space at all in my small London flat I most definitely would still have some Barbie dolls around.
My previous post was about joy. What sparks joy? What am I passionate about? I kept thinking about that; joy and passion. I didn’t see any wind turbines. I saw my region, yes, but I didn’t necessarily feel excitement. I felt whatever I feel when I go back: I know I belong, I know I am home, I miss London, oh this food is so good, oh the sea, the salt, the music. And I miss London.
And I do, after all, live in London. And this is where I’ve been trying to build a future, which hopefully will look, taste or smell a bit of Puglia. But I think I am that taste or smell. I can bring Puglia into whatever I decide to do.
So, The Controra Fashion Club. Shopping should be a joyful, judgement-free, playful and empowering experience, particularly for women. I want to make it so. I want to create a space where women can feel safe, loved, and where they can share stories, cups of coffee or tea, read books, recite poetry. I want to combine shopping with what makes life worth living, starting from a small event (that will take place sometime in the next few months).
That is, after all, what Controra has always been about for me. A moment to enjoy life, slow down. Now I want to incorporate a bit of that into retail and shopping. Starting with an online platform/community where I can sell certain brands, organising events like the ones mentioned above. Selling clothes, but also creating a whole, fully sensorial experience. Now just gotta start somewhere, and see where (active) research takes me.