Paradise’s love for flowers and fashion bloomed early. As a child, she would spend hours in her grandmother’s garden, learning the names of every flower and carefully pressing petals between the pages of her sketchbook. While other kids played tag, Paradise made daisy crowns and fashioned dresses for her dolls out of leaves and fabric scraps. Her imagination turned rose bushes into runways and tulip beds into treasure chests of inspiration. She saw color in everything—sunset peonies, morning glories in the dew, marigolds lit by afternoon sun—and began matching her outfits to the hues of nature. Fashion wasn’t just dressing up; it was storytelling through petals, patterns, and play. Even then, she knew that beauty could be grown and worn.
On a recent trip to a place Paradise refers to as floral land, she felt as if she was floating in midair. She traveled to Descanso Gardens,there she felt like she’d stepped into a living version of her childhood dreams. Every winding path, shaded arbor, and blooming camellia bush seemed to whisper stories only she could hear. With her sketchbook in hand and eyes wide with wonder, she wandered through waves of wisteria and fields of daffodils, letting the textures and tones feed her creative spirit. It wasn’t just a visit—it was a homecoming to the heart of her inspiration. In that floral sanctuary, she felt free to imagine, to dream, and to create, her joy blossoming with every petal that brushed against her fingertips.