Every brand has a beginning, but Yarímè’s beginning is not mine alone.
It belongs to the woman who raised me, supported me, and quietly carried dreams of her own between her hands.
My mother never asked for anything loud.
Her dreams were soft the kind that live in gestures, in stories told while cooking, in memories shared while folding clothes, in the way she encouraged me to create even when she had little time for herself.
Growing up, I watched her make beauty from nothing.
I watched her shape life with resilience, elegance, and a strength that didn’t need to be spoken to be felt.
Yarímè was born from that.
From her.
From us.
This brand is my way of honoring her, not just by succeeding, but by including her in every step.
Not building the dream alone, but placing her inside it, exactly where she belongs.
The dresses, the packaging, the details, the vision…
Everything carries a piece of her.
A touch of her femininity, her softness, her taste, her patience.
This photo is blurry, imperfect, but real just like the moments that shaped me.
It’s the two of us in motion, building something neither of us had growing up:
a legacy.
Yarímè is not only my maison.
It is ours.
A dream that began in her heart,
and continues through my hands.
