The
Making
Of
Me
We are all made of stories. Of coincidences and decisions that changed everything. Of chosen paths and shared smiles. Of mistakes and successes. Of landscapes that have taken our breath away. Of fading moments that could have been insignificant but became transcendent.
The memories I choose to remember shape who I am. The friends who have stood by me. The challenges I’ve faced. The games I’ve lost. The pictures I’ve painted. The expectations I try to live up to…. There are infinite stories about the making of unique women like you and me, just like there are infinite ways to reveal your inner self. Mio Lanza is also part of the stories of many unique women, who have decided to share them to inspire you to embrace who you are.
#themakingofme
DISCOVER THE STORIES
BECOMING A MOTHER
Antonia O’Brien
Fashion host, writer and stylist
I always wanted a career that would take me
outside the confines of office walls.
When I saw my name in print for the very first
time in my University Newspaper, it became
a life changing moment for me.
The twists and turns of my career
Joanne
London based journalist turned blogger and stylist
I always wanted a career that would take me
outside the confines of office walls.
When I saw my name in print for the very first
time in my University Newspaper, it became a
life changing moment for me.
A strong mind
Rosie Butcher
Fashion and lifestyle photographer
On my 21st birthday I was sat in a plane with a
nervousness in my stomach flying out to Africa
on an adventure. I was headed for Tanzania and
I wasn’t quite prepared for how much this
adventure would shape me in to the person I am
today.
I was going to climb Mt Kilimanjaro.
À Bientôt
Isabeau
London artist and illustrator
I always fantasised as a child about running off
on adventures by myself to foreign countries. I
think I can attribute this to obsessively reading
Enid Blyton fiction, but I think I always knew
that I craved independence and experiences of
the unknown.
Present
Yagazie Emezi
Documentary Photographer and Artist
I remember when I lost a lover.
He went to be with a beautiful woman. I
remember him crying on the phone to me, his
guilt seeping into my ear and irritating me.