Profession: Master of circular seat 

In general, this story is designed to inspire those who follow what they love. Even when everyone around you says you’re an idiot and busy with hernia, and you genuinely love what you do – do it! And the rest can be offered to walk into the erotic...

and short. I loved corsets since I was a child. No, I just cheated on them! The reason was in a book. My mother was a carpenter, and she had all sorts of books about craftsmanship, the history of costume, carpentry and all that, and not just what, but expensive, heavy, with bright huge glossy images. So what’s going on in the princess’s toilet, I knew from childhood. That the dress is so lush, because under the shirt there is a huge cage - cryolyn, underneath it the pants with a bunch of rings, on the face of the barley flies. I also stuck on large photographs of stretched gloves, veers and shoes. But most of all, my imagination was aroused by the ON – the red atlas corset, which occupied the entire A4 page. Bright, overflowing, with a bunch of small lines and completely unrealistic shapes! It was a cultural and aesthetic orgasm. 

For a moment, I grew up in the 90s. Around destruction and poverty. The most popular entertainment is to collect packages of cigarettes on the streets, tear and tear from them corners, on which colored circles were printed. Whoever has the rarest colours is cool. Well, or collect the bottles, soak the labels in the log and give away. You can buy a gum.

And here is the whole hell world, where chocolate is eaten once a year, the father cries, the mother beats, in the tachta on which you sleep, there are bugs, and in the kitchen, food has to be picked from the cockroaches, he was, this red corset from the picture. In addition to his unrealistic beauty, he had another attribute. A corset can stretch the waist. From these magical books I learned clearly that in the corset the waist becomes incredibly narrow, and any girl becomes a princess 100%.

From early childhood, I had a strong diastasis due to the cyst and, as a result, a large stomach. In short, the stars have come together. This is my destiny, I have to sew the corsets!

Of course, I did not think so. Not a corset, but one. to myself. And the dream of this corset enveloped my life. I was able to sew a little, so I went this way - to make it myself. The first option was a fucking cape. Sewn out of the old shirt, it all rattled, pulled nothing and looked more like a used condom. I threw it into a distant corner and decided to never sew it again. But the ghost of the red corset was following me. I started again. In order for the corset not to rise, it had to be wrapped in the bones. I was told in the cloth shop, “Hello.” And I shaved the corset from what I found on the street - such a plastic tape for stretching pallets. It was a hassle, but progress was clear.

Then they brought Regina to the store. Who doesn't know, this is such a tape, where a thick hard lash acts as a partitional thread. It is used to give shape to products. Here is it! It's just quite a corset, and so on, no laundry, everything in the store.

So I bought Regina. If it is sewn in places, stiffness is not enough, I already understood. So you need to sew the corset out entirely! And I picked up the scarce pockets and ran to the cloth shop, buying this regilin meter by meter. Cut into strips, sewn a few pieces in the center, and opened to the edges with a veil - a part of the corset was obtained. Somewhere at this point, my shabby hobby was noticed by adults and the constant crashes began. “It’s a stupid dog! You are wasting money in vain. No one needs it. It is ugly!” And so every time I was caught for wearing my precious strips.

It took a few months to collect my miracle. The corset was not ready yet, but I wanted to try it. There is no one at home! Having sewn it from behind, I began to squeeze it on my front, rubbing the rope through the regilin with a thick needle. The edges of the regilin corset were scattered with a scarf that ruthlessly beat my skin. I sweated, blowed, pulled... and cut off. The fall vector chose on the couch, so it didn’t repel anything. She recovered, wiped out this horrible product and experienced the strongest annoyance. So much time. So much strength. And I was a loser, everyone was right.

I threw my deficiency behind the same couch and tried not to remember it anymore. I stayed there for six months, not less than before I decided to start again. I dropped the Regilin experiment from the eye, so I had to start from scratch. I did not decide to repeat everything with Regilin - too much is needed, I will save money for not one month. The collection is very laborious. Other options are needed. As a result, the method of trial and error was sewn corsets of cardboard, barbed sticks, children's aluminum constructor and even the hell knows what. Every time I started over again, my grandmother, with whom I lived at the time, said, “You are sewing your seads again! It will ruin the fabric. Give it up!” (The half of the corset, placed on the side, resembles the shape of a saddle). I broke the cloth and started again. The first successes began. Corsets can even be worn, they are awkward, but already quite yourself.

Then the bones appeared in the sale. True corset bones made of plastic, proudly named on the price list "wale mouth". It was it. The same moment. I bought a red atlas. And I pulled it, that corset. I decorated it with a cushion, as in a book. I was 14 years old. During the sewing process, I had tears and trembling knees. He is also mine! To make the rope with the louvres, it is believed to have wrapped a tool from the mother. And then... then it all went crazy. I was kicked out of school (two times!I walked in the streets. When I was 16 and I got attached to another guy, I put another corset on a whale’s upside. 

Then I left my hometown, just to get away. First I worked as a buffalo, then I tried to paint, then I got a camera and I became a photographer. Talent was, orders went, money also slowly. She pulled the old sewing machine, began to sew a little, for herself. Then the footer broke. I am in a foreign city, the house is rented, there are no savings. I cried out that I was ordering. It slowly went. I took all the orders, but mostly shew the corsets. And people pulled.

And it became surprising that the "seats", as my grandmother called them, are not only interesting to me. I even had several master classes. By the time I was 18, I had tons of corset experience and my own building system, raw but my own. Because all the nonsense that could only be made, all the mistakes and nonsense, I did everything, myself and repeatedly. And each of my failures opened my eyes to what to do so that this crash didn’t happen. In fact, I re-born the technology of sewing the corset through trials and mistakes. Why invent a bicycle? And because in the search engine on the request of the "corset" were mostly orthodontic corsets. There was no infos. There was no material. It all started from zero, in touch, in the dark.

When I decided to change the city again, I was 20 years old and I already had two shows, publications in magazines and newspapers, and even my headline on the cover.

And no, this is not a magazine with prostitutes. This is about cultural leisure, exhibitions, theatres, movies, concerts of all kinds. Interesting people in the city.

So I came to Moscow. I changed the name of my workshop from the fuzzy lady-in-corset to the French elegant Corsetier and started again. Moscow was chewing on the star the hell knows where and it took a couple of years to recruit customers. During this time, I polished my building system to the glow. Now my corsets are perfect! And no examples. I do not make a sample. Do not simply. Distance orders are flourishing.

There were problems, of course, my mental disorder was constantly putting my sticks in the wheels. At one point, I took an indefinite vacation to get myself in order. When you disappear from the radar for a long time, customers often have to collect from scratch. And I started again, raising my planka. Because it is no longer handicraft. It is almost art. Beautiful, very beautiful things. A lot of people compliment me for my work. These unnecessary things from another era proved to be in demand, relevant and fashionable. And I turn back, I see this girl with a cardboard, a hand-washing machine, a bunch of fears, and a little dream, I glide her over her head and whisper to her ear, “Don’t stop, you can!” Maybe that’s why I didn’t stop. It was from the future that I whispered my crazy ideas on my ear - "Do it again, you can do it here, and try it again." And I made mistakes, revered, despair, gave up, but always started again. So if someone tells you that you’re making a hurt, maybe it’s right now. But go all through the forest and continue, cut and spoil until it works. And then improve what came out, and with time people will gather around you who will appreciate you. Who will tell you that you are doing great. Here is.