English Version | Mother, may I?

Mother, may I, in this revival of looks, to become one with the memories of a youth I didn't live, and with the clothes I didn't wear, and with a person I'm not, but who is a part of me? Mother, may I treat it as you would, for us, for me, since, whether near or far, you continue to live in my mannerisms, in my words and even in my style? Mother, let me live forever in the touch of the knitwear that you wear or used to wear, in the period patterns that are still yours but also mine, in the shoes that don't fit me but that fill my heart, in the silhouettes that seem dated, but for me they are a present. But above all, they mean you are present. 

Translated from the original on Vogue Portugal's Mother Nature issue, published May 2024. Full stories and credits in the print issue.