Tell us about yourself, your work, and relationship to fashion.
My mother was a fashion designer who got straight A’s at the Fashion Institute of Technology. She was hired as a designer for Lord & Taylor and had a corner office. Per the insistence of my grandmother, she gave it up to get married and raise three Ivy League doctors.
I loved art from young age. I started doing portraits as early as three. When my mother cut patterns and sewed clothing, I would help her and use the scraps to sew doll dresses alongside her. Fashion is in my blood.
When, as a Harvard senior, time came to decide whether to become an fashion designer or a physician-scientist, my mother cautioned, “I don’t want you to be a starving artist.”
I experienced what one would call an early-life crisis, took a semester off, ran home to New York City, and made one of life’s most important decisions during a walk in Central Park (of course)! My brother, a highly successful orthopedic surgeon himself, accompanied me on the historic stroll, where I ultimately concluded that mother was probably right. Although I was gifted in science and math, paving the way for a career in medicine, I was assured that I would always have art as a hobby.
Upon becoming a physician-scientist after completing the Harvard MD-PhD program, I realized that there was not much time for art. In choosing a specialty, I was torn between neurosurgery and plastic surgery, yet the pull of the aesthetic directed me towards the latter. My future husband dissuaded me from a surgical specialty, and urged me to go into dermatology. This ultimatum was much to the chagrin of my mentor, Dr. Robert Goldwin, the chairman of plastic surgery at Harvard Medical School and editor in chief of the Annals of Plastic Surgery, who famously argued, “You are a stallion, you need to run!” Nevertheless, I acquiesced and chose dermatology; yet, within this discipline, my art flourished, hence my patients being the most beautiful beings on earth.
The fashion designer inside me exhibited herself as I became emancipated into social circles in Manhattan. My eye for fashion served as an expression of my art and my frame as my own mannequin. Celebrity patients and friends expressed kind admiration of my style, even asking for red carpet advice and styling suggestions. I received compliments, features and profiles from editors at Town & Country, New York Times, Wall Street Journal and Vogue.
On one beautiful day, I was invited by Steven Kolb to become a founding member of the Friends of the CFDA. I found my home. The Friends of the CFDA, like myself, are intellectual creatives who have a natural talent for fashion, but for reasons like mine, ended up in other fields.