Over the years, I eventually started to grow a mutual passion for mixing up styles. I loved plunging into my mother’s bag of African wrappers – also referred to as pagnes – and tops, tucked away in a corner of her wardrobe, serving as a mere souvenir of the bold style she pulled off when she was dating my dad. A little side note: my dad is Congolese, and my mum is Belgian. And for my mum to wear African fabrics back in ’86 is kind of like a big deal for me. It tells me that she didn’t only fell in love with my dad, but the whole package, culture included regardless of the challenges mixed relationships can bring along. Also proving that fabrics aren’t just fabrics, each fabric tells a story, whether it’s a narrative about love, empowerment, solace or pain.
Now these fabrics have become a part of my identity. I come home to them as they became a part of my home interior. They define my personality and they flavor op my style in fashion. A style I call point cinque, which is a mix of mostly European brands with lots of African designs. Thus, keeping that jungle fever that hit my parents back in 1986 up by blending and serving cocktails of styles as if I was a mixologist. So please, let me suggest and serve you some of Africa’s greatest and finest designers to spice up your style. Let us exchange narratives and hit you with that jungle fever, having you ask for another round. Cheers!