🌍✂️ Novah Villa: Fashion + Wilderness ✂️🌍

Once, in a tiny cubicle under fluorescent lights, I was dreaming of color—not spreadsheets. I was itching with a desire to feel textiles that tell stories, not keyboards that repeat corporate monotony. I was just another faceless intern, part of fast fashion's brutal machine of stitching seams for cents, while the planet burned. But fate? Oh darling, fate had other plans.

The Rebellion Starts 🚀

I sold my last Zara blazer (yes, irony) for a one way ticket to Bali. And between jungle hikes and midnight swims, I connected with artisans weaving magic from recycled saris. A group of wrinkled hands taught me that sustainability is not a trend, it’s a revolution, while I wailed into a bolt of organic cotton. Novah Villa was born that day—not as a brand, a battle cry.

Blood, Sequins, and Victory 💃

New York Fashion Week 2023: My collection "Wanderlust Wasteland," walked the runway—gowns made from upcycled parachutes, corsets made from shattered mirrors. The critics scoffed ( "Who wears rubbish?"), while Vogue Italia gifted me "a middle finger to fast fashion." I slept in my atelier for months, on a diet of matcha and spite. Now my designs dress climate activists at COP summits, and/ or celebrities who pretend to give a damn. Progress, not perfection.

Why Follow Me? ✨

• I’ll show you how to thrift like a pirate 🏴‍☠️ (silk scarf? 1920 Paris brothel curtains).
• My DMs are open for a creative trauma-dump (I respond at 3 AM and with a glass of wine).
• Every garment I create has GPS coordinates - meet the woman who dyed it with flowers from the Himalayan mountains.

What’s Next? 📖

Currently: Living and working in a solar-powered van, exploring vintage denim in Marrakech souks. Next? Hang out at a zero waste factory in Iceland? Because, why the hell not? This isn’t a career, it’s a heist against mundanity.

Come with me. Or don’t. But baby, you’ll regret the latter. 🔥