They called me Diana …
…and I accepted the name as a sign.
I hunt. Beauty, idea, form. Not in forests, but among bolts of fabric, old books, and forgotten patterns.
What began as a game with the camera became a journey between worlds, from image to gown, from fantasy to needle and thread.
My first creations were crowns. Born out of scarcity, worn with pride. But soon the muse demanded more structure, more weight, more history. So I laced my first corset and felt it clearly. This was only the beginning.
I collect fabrics as others collect memories. Silk, lace, wool, trophies from enchanted fabric shops, always searching for that one, extraordinary material. I fell under the spell of Rococo’s opulence. Underwear became armor.
This story is an almanac of my hunts. Fashion shows like rituals, voices of clients who discovered another self within my pieces. And stories of sketches that became garments, each thread a thought, each stitch a promise.
Welcome to REQUIEM FOR THAT BITCH.
Diana
Behind the seams
There is nothing quite like the sound of scissors gliding through silk.
Perhaps only the hum of a well-oiled sewing machine comes close.
The process begins in stillness, broken only by fabric being smoothed under careful hands. Then comes the steam, and with it the quiet thrill of watching a freshly pressed seam reveal its perfect line.
Every piece begins with these moments. Hands. Heat. Intention.
This is where the work begins, behind the seams.
Events
I love being part of events – not just to showcase my work, but to connect.
There’s something special about seeing people gather, talk about fabrics, share ideas, and celebrate creativity together.
So far, I’ve shown my pieces at three fashion shows. Each one was nerve-wracking, intense, and absolutely worth it. The response has been overwhelmingly positive, and every moment backstage, on stage, and after has reminded me why I do this.
Come say hi. I’ll probably be holding a needle or a coffee – or both.
