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.
Blogger, Author & Broadcaster
I have always acted my shoe size rather than my actual age so when I reached my 50s, just in time for the Millenium, I moved to Brighton by the sea, dyed my hair bright red, wore more colourful vintage style clothes and wrote Alternative Ageing.
Young aviator and blogger from Hamburg, Germany
I recall being excited about my final days at flight school. Soon I would be able to apply at an airline to pursue my dream. I studied as thoroughly as possible and worked hard to perform well.
Photographer, filmmaker, writer and human being
People always romanticize travel. How eye opening it is, how glorious visiting beautiful places is, how it’s so nice to meet different types of people. I used to be the same way – but now I travel for work and all I can see are the horrible things about it.
Stylist, writer and ELLE UK columnist from London
The early Noughties were a period of change for me. We had just seen in the new Millennium, and – thankful that the whole world hadn’t ground to a halt with the widely-speculated ‘Millenium bug’ – we were entering a new decade.
Photographer and poet
I was changed by the discovery that I could put makeup on and feel braver than I was. The head wrap and lipstick didn’t leave my bedroom though. It was something secret I did for myself. Going out in red lipstick was a myth.