My Story
I was born and grew in Ivory Coast. The African Print Wax, our typical hand-woven cloths often associated with sophistication, has always been a cornerstone of my life. I literally grew up in the Wax carried in the back of my aunties. As any little African girl, in a way – but with something special – as one of my aunties owns a Wax warehouse in Abidjan.
More than a fabric, Wax was a enchantment in my childhood: I loved its smell, its warmth, its colours and the funny names Ivoirians use to give its diverse types, such as «If you go out, I leave home”, “open the door”, “Millionaire”. Wax print has « bercé » mon enfance, and is part of my best souvenirs.