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It started on those mornings hurdled in traffic in Yaba on my way to school. Looking at the latest trends on the market stalls in Tejusho.  Yes laugh all you want, but my first brush with hipsters and mono strap tops were at Tejusho.  I would peer out the car in my blue Queen’s College pinafore and imagine how the cheap fabrics would drape around my body.  I can just imagine my mother’s horror if she ever found out about this little detail, for all my clothes were bought from obodo oyinbo… think Gap and Marks and Spencers.  Even then I never really cared much for fashion.  It was never a big deal to me.  Sure it was nice when the girls at school donned the latest colour of bandana or baggy jeans. The truth is it was not my cup of tea.

Even after I moved to Paris to continue with high school, I was always dressed in black.  It was sort of my thing.  Yes before Jay coined ‘all black everything’ I was rocking it in 2001. It was more comfortable and slimming.  I could not understand why the girls at my school would shriek when the latest fashions hit the streets.  They would file into the shopping mall and gawk and spend.  I mean  350 euros for a pair of jeans??  Or how they would line up during Fashion Week.  I mean have you seen those lines? And then it happened, I tagged along with a friend to a show. It was the Autumn/Winter Lanvin Show. Her sister worked as a Press Officer for the amazing fashion house thus we were able to score some tickets. My life after that has never been the same, fashion wise. That particular show had a lot of black and nudes, with chiffon draping around the long modulesque bodies.  A lot of shredded wool to make amazing wonderful shapes.  Even among the fashion editors (I got a glimpse of Miss Wintor herself) buyers, and fashion heavy players, I felt at home and knew this was what I would love to do for the rest of my life.

It took two law degrees, one secret London based fashion consultancy company (which has since been dissolved) to tell my parents that I did not want to be a high flying lawyer.  While my dad was amazing and supportive, my mum’s exact words were ‘We wasted money on a British education just so you can sew?’ And so her angst went on but what could she do?

I started by throwing mini fashion shows for friends around London, and then occasionally styling, it was something that came so naturally to me, but I was hungry to learn the ins and out of the business.  It was back to school for me. I enrolled in a school in Vancouver, Canada for a degree in Fashion Business and Merchandising.  Mind you, I was going there armed with a Masters in Law, so this would be a walk in the park. Boy was I wrong. It was the most grueling experience I have ever had. While at school I worked as a PR officer for Gap Inc.  A job I was more than happy with until my journey took a slightly different turn, I got offered a job with one of the most amazing fashion houses in the world. Louis Vuitton!


My experience with Monseiur Vuitton has been the most amazing, stressful, crazy, beautiful, tear jerked, enlightening, politking, wonderful CRAZY journey so far. Its taught me that fashion is not for everyone. While you enjoy shopping, it doesn’t mean you can become a fashion designer. While you can put an outfit together, it doesn’t make you a stylist or because you are skinny and beautiful in the tradition sense, doesn’t mean you can become a model.  There have been times when I’ve wanted to pack it all up and call it quits but the fact is having my mum tell me she ‘told me so’ is too much a price to pay.  In between the craziness of this so called billion dollar industry, there is a beauty and dedication that only those in the industry can understand. Think models living on cucumber to have the perfect body or editors that survive on little or no sleep to provide you with your monthly glossy magazine or photographers that wake up before the sun rises so they can get the perfect light. There have been times where I have been at work for two days straight, making sure everything is right, screaming at people for not getting things right or been screamed out for not getting it right myself. I have also realised that being surrounded by beautiful people does not mean they are beautiful on the inside! However being surrounded by beautiful things more than makes up for it!

Ultimately, this is the journey I have chosen to embark on. I have come a long way from the wishful little girl peering out the car on my way to school and the girl in black did not know better when her friends all hightailed themselves to the mall.  I might not be where I hope to be, but I’m definitely on my way to the peak of it all. Now this is me, I am fashion and fashion is me. I live through the seasons, and work hard to make the diverse people of the world beautiful. That alone deserves a Nobel prize.



Galactic Musings: a very 'unladylike' view to fashion. Working her way up the fashion industry, Tinu Adesugba definitely knows what she's talking about. She has been living in Vancouver, Canada for the past two years working hard on her fashion domination by day and as a twitter addict at night.


  1. Wow!!! Awesome piece… Sometimes parents really do feel like they re doing what’s best for us, out of love, while discouraging our dreams. But then, it could be all the Motivation we need… Thank u, Tinu for this wonderful read… Nd thumbs up gurl. U Rock…

  2. Wow this is a really enlightening piece. I am really inspired. I am at awe by the clash of cultures you had to go through. I just hope you have more of such mouthwatering pieces under you belt.

  3. I always think it’s interesting how we were all brought up on imported cornflakes and jumbo packs of M&S knickers, but really wanted to walk on the wild side with food from the side of the road and clothes ‘made in Abba’. I also think it’s pretty amazing that you did the Naija thang, got the Law drgrees, then said “Sod it, I love fashion.” You, my dear, are an inspiration.

  4. It is funny, cos this is not the first time i have read your musings but this is the first time i am emotional ( Dont know why yet, or what i am feeling) but it’s good. Back to the post, it is excellent, although some typography styling here and there would make it look better . Even i have learnt a lesson from this and your right the price of hearing a parent say “i told you so” so far too much a price to pay.

    This might just be one of the story i will tell my children but might swap the “fashion” for “computer programming” or “investment banking”…lol

  5. so u’ve decided to flush ur law degree down the toilet because you THINK u have a good eye for fashion. babe i’ve seen u and i’ve seen alot of your pictures your definition of fashion really isnt worth dumping that degree for. i know the next thing i’ll hear is that i’m a hater but i’m not hating i’m simply speaking the truth. Anybody can work for Louis Vuitton, you dont have to be a fashion genius for that. have u really thought this thru?

    1. Fashion and style like art and music is subjective. Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean others agree.Freaking Michael Jackson who was a Legend before he died-I bet you I can find ppl who think he wasn’t all that. If you have nothing nice to say don’t comment. Gosh I cant stand ppl that like to rain on other ppl’s parades. Your degree is not the be all and end all. Abeg Tinu do your thing. And 360 please delete haters comments. We are here to support ourselves not bring ppl down.

      1. i knew immediately dat was d next thing i was gonna get! does everyone have to b a hater? btw we r not talking about micheal jackson here are we? i bet you r one of dem ones dat would see an ugly picture of ur friend but still comment and say “babes u look really nice” lmaoo.
        u seriously need to take your own advice. just bcos i dont like it doesnt mean u shuld refer to me as a hater. if i have a blind eye towards her fashion sense why conclude dat i’m “raining on her parade”? and what do u mean by “we are here to support ourselves” this is not a friggin support group u twat! if u r an alcoholic, den join d freaking Alcoholic Anonymous. now dats a support group dat would not bring u down. b4 u leave anoda comment i suugest u make sure u r in ur right state of mind or at least try to b soba

          1. Ladies, Ladies, there’s no need for all this..haba!! This is a forum where we all air our’s your view not another’s. Anyway, The Urban Dictionary defines a Hater as:
            1. A person who feels anger and/or jealousy for someone who has succeeded in something they have worked hard for.
            A being who speaks badly,and/or takes negative actions in attempt to create problems for a successful person.

            2. A label applied to people who are more negative than positive when discussing another person. It most commonly refers to individuals whose negativity is so extreme that it is all-consuming. However, there are various levels and forms of being a hater, ranging from completely dismissing any positive traits or actions, to merely painting a less than flattering picture by using words with negative connotations.

            3. Overused word that people like to use just because someone else expresses a dislike for a certain individual.

            So we all know when we use the word ‘Hater’ and in case you are one and you don’t know.

            Stay cool.

  6. Interesting read… being a lawyer myself who has swapped the “law” for handbag designing I understand the need to make it work even if it’s just so that people will not say “I told you so” I love what I am doing though and will not change it for nada!

  7. Tinu, I applaud your ability to follow your passion. I always knew I wanted to be a lawyer. I am passionate about law. I remain a lawyer. I also am very passionate about fashion. Hence the Ladybrille brand. I find you can fuse both. Whether it is fashion law or having to deal with law as inherent part of running a creative outfit. So, technically you don’t necessarily go away with law.

    I find it intriguing you are a merchandise manager. Talk about getting as technical as you would in law rather than enjoying the creative process of designing clothes. 🙂 Would be interested to hear how you got there.

    Congrats again for following your dream. Your mom’s quote is classic! Lol!


  8. very inspiring rili! we r all told how we should go to school get a degree n all but it rili brave wen u step out of ur comfort zone to do sometin else u believe in bravo chic dat too a lot of moxie!

  9. But Tinu why delete my earlier comment? Worried much? Come on. You were adult enough when you were stealing & impersonating so you should have been aware that your past wouldn’t be too far off.
    And who really comes to this place anyway? Your “friends”?

    Regarding your piece, did I even read it? I find it hard paying attention to anything spewed from you because chances are it is someone else’s life flashing before your eyes. Shame.

    Your time is coming…

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