That's not my mother

I didn’t realise until two months ago that my mother, Victoria Spring, is my Mona Lisa. As a successful designer and a charismatic personality, people are constantly gravitating towards her, but, like da Vinci’s masterpiece, greater complexities rest beneath. As a child, all I could see was my caretaker; however, as I became an adult myself, it was a great shock to realise that my mother had flaws. Why must so many women only wear this one hat? This photograph is a celebration of uncompromising strength and love for an exceptional human being, who also happens to be my mother.