Gala Borzova

I always follow my feelings. It helps me a lot.

Stylists aren’t all the same. For the ignorant majority, a stylist is a kind of a mannered freak. But what I do is completely different, I don’t enjoy working with celebrities, or worse, what they call “realpeople”, I’m just not interested in that type of thing. My sphere of interest is fashion-shoots. I like to come up with some cool concept and tell a life story on 10 magazine pages, which is so much more than just finding matching pair of jeans for a shirt.

I’m extremely fussy when it comes to my appearance. I believe that, in any case, clothes make the man.

I make sure I live my life the proper way: clubs, restaurants, Courchevel — stuff like that…

Fashion is a fairly recent phenomenon in our country. We don’t have such a thing here as fashion industry. Because of that, friendly relations still rule the roost. Who’s going to do the show for a designer? Certainly, his friend, who he goes out for drinks with in the evenings. Who’s going to be the models for this show? The models he’s been hanging out with for the last three years. Naturally, who’s going to be sitting in the first rows? His friends, who else? This whole “networking” is quite an unpleasant moment.

I work with people who I’m friends with, or, should I rather say, I make friends with people I work with.

When I went for an interview at Saint Martin’s School, they said to me: “Gala, there’s nothing we can teach you. You know it all already.”

I’m a mommy’s girl. After I’ve been gone to Italy or England, weekend is always the time for mom and her pancakes!

I love money. The other day, it was snowing in Moscow, so I went and bought myself a Barguzin sable waistcoat for 18 thousand euro, and my mood went up instantly. When you have money, it makes you feel real.

I like reflecting on things. I enjoy thinking about what lies beyond the emptiness, and sometimes I feel like I’ve got soul cancer, so I ask people around what, for example, happiness is like.

Getting married is not such a bad idea.

I’ve been dating a guy for five years, who helped me become a mature person, who changed my worldview, straightened me up. The break-up was noble, but at the same time very painful. We just came to realize that although we’ve been together for so long, living happily ever after and dying in one day wasn’t quite meant for us, and it’s not like either of us wanted to any way. So what do we do then? He can still get married even at 40, but my time is running out: tick-tack…

I’m really good at making agreements with myself, so a must is a must!

I don’t have any specific ambitions. I like my dreams to be somewhat vague.

If in 10 years’ time, happiness for me would be having three kids, I want to have these kids. I want to be happy at every moment of my life.