So you wake up one morning

So you wake up one morning and realize that your entire career is driving your life towards an empty ending. You start asking yourself:  "What for?" and changes start to happen.

You quit your job from a multinational company and realize you want to start working in fashion. How predictable for a girl, you might say, but I wanted to be surrounded by beautiful clothes, that make a woman complete her character and soul. 

Logistics was a done deal for me. Another chapter was empty and I wanted to be filled in really quickly, but only with my dreams. So here I am browsing for a job when I see: Brand Manager for Mango! Wow! How can this be true? Could I dare to dream? I had no experience in the field of retail but here I was, standing beside it. So I applied. After four interviews, tests and rounds of Mango stores I was hired. 

I thought this is it: what else could I want more? But rest assure, there was so much more. This Brand Manager position was just sparkles in my eyes, because ladies, fashion is not what you see on Fashion TV! It's only an industry that is eager to collect money, no matter what. What I found out was that people don't matter, they can be brutally disrespected by superiors just because they can. 

During my eight months as an employer at Mango, I saw how low managers can go, just to show they have that "glamour" of fashion, not to mention that what you see is not what you get. So I understood that if I want to accomplish what I dream of, I would have to build my own brand or my own business. Working for Mango gave me quite some experience as in how to manage a shop, a brand, from marketing point of view, logistic, stocks, shop floor, merchandising etc.

In the end I realized I needed so much more, as in enrolling in a fashion design school, where I could learn how to become a better version of myself. In no time I found out about Bucharest Art School where I could take classes of Fashion Design. I had as a teacher a wonderful designer, Maria Constantinescu, that introduced us in the history and wonder world of fashion, where I could finally be touched and inspired trough beauty.

Imagine that the classes were held in a very ancient building, at ground level, at night, as I had no time during the day for classes, and where we had no heat during winter. But still, what we discussed there and what we were taught meant for me much more than the actual poor conditions that the school was offering us. 

The Fashion Designer course was supposed to take up to two years and so my path towards my dream started to follow.

Lucia-Raluca Olaru

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