The Only Way Is Up || Sandra Mansour

Sandra Mansour

My daughter and I were watching The Voice recently, the contestant was asked to say a few words about her mentor, Adam Levine. Before the contestant responded, my daughter says, “Let me guess, she is going to say, “Adam made me believe in myself”. And of course she was right.

Believing in oneself is the factor that can affect your life most, and this is what I saw in Sandra Mansour.

She believes in herself, and although she is unaware of it, it dictates every element of her young yet impressive career.

Sandra was blessed with a father that infused every cell of her soul with affection and guidance. She is loved and she is supported. And to me, this is what sets Sandra apart.

Sandra steamrolls through life with the conviction and dedication that comes from self love. When I first found Sandra online, I assumed she was in her late thirties. Her designs personified a maturity that was reflected in her restrained aesthetic. She allowed her cuts and fabrics to speak for themselves. Something that comes from experience, I assumed.

 

Sandra Mansour

 

When I entered the courtyard to her atelier, I instinctively pulled out my camera. I had to photograph that turquoise door, I felt it was a reflection of her ethos. That imperfect door, that said, “I am human, but I am beautifully imperfect.” It spoke of a gentle confidence that I assumed resonated from at least two decades in the harsh environment that is the fashion industry.

I rang the door bell and was ushered into a modern, open plan work space, that could easily fit into a space on rue Cambon. The grandiose velvet drapes leading to the fitting rooms, rested heavily on the tiled floor, holding in its folds, the secret joys and fears of many a customer. The contemporary furniture and shelving spoke of a unpretentious elegance.