By
                      Florence Rosenstein 
                 
                Every
                                so often, Fashionlines features one of our staff
                        members for our readers to meet.  This month we spotlight
                                Florence Rosenstein, our wonderfully talented Interactive
                                Designer whose light, swift touch  at the
                                computer screen and a bubbly spirit makes
                                us happy in the darkest days of winter. 
                
                  Sunnyvale,
                    California-May 2, 1981,  I was
                                  born into a family of Soviet Jewish immigrants
                        with a lineage of suffering, hardship, tragedy, holocaust
                                  and war stories—heavy
                                  stuff, right? So from, day one, you can guess
                                  how lucky I was made to feel that I wasn’t
                                  hungry or deprived or made fun of because my
                                  last name was Rosenstein. I was raised with
                                  virtues of hard work, loyalty, honesty, and
                                  oh yeah, hard work. My parents worked through
                                  mine and my sister’s childhoods—they
                                  had no choice.  They came to America in November
                                  of 1979 with nothing, and in order to give
                                  us opportunity, they had to succeed as well.
                                  So my childhood was a pretty independent one
                                  (at least till my mom and dad came home from
                                  work) Go to school, come home, finish my homework—what’s
                                  next? Something had to fill my time after school
                                  and my countless summer days without a soccer
                                  mom to give me a ride to my friend’s
                                  house.  Before
                                  I can remember knowing how to spell "dog," I
                                  was drawing one.  I
                                  do not remember myself without some sort of
                                  coloring utensil in my left hand. Scribbling,
                                  drawing, play dough, finger paint, a box of
                                  72 shiny, waxy, heavenly Crayola crayons--these
                                  were the things that filled my time and put
                                  a huge smile on my face.
                 
                 As
                      I got older and developed my skills, my family was proud,
                      yet unencouraging.  “Florence, don’t waste
                                your brains on art school” was a phrase I heard
                                from my dad at least once a month when I started to shine
                                in my high school art class. Don’t ask me why,
                                but my dad’s dream for me was to be a programmer.
                                I tried it out, did great because I've always been a
                                math pro, but felt totally dry, like I was studying for somebody
                                else’s career.  I
                                never understood why I had to be in the land
                                of opportunity if I wasn’t using it to
                                follow my passion. So, about a year into my computer
                                science studies at Santa
                                Clara University,
                                I decided to go “waste” my lifetime
                                4.0 brains on art school.  It
                                was time to make my own choice. All my best friends,
                                including my sister thought I was crazy, but to
                                my surprise, my parents were my strongest supporters.
                                I think, finally, they were just proud of me for
                                finding my own way, like they did by coming to
                                this country. 
                 
                So I packed my bags, moved to the most inspiring city in North America
                    (San Francisco,
                    of course) and followed my natural creative calling.  I graduated with a bachelor’s degree
                    in computer arts from the Academy of Art University, while
                    interning at a Fortune 500 company. I began my career with
                    a bang.  I started
                    out designing movie theater ads for hundreds of companies,
                    big and small.  I
                    got a little bored with doing the same type of design all
                    the time, so I looked elsewhere. By chance, I stumbled on
                    an ad, “looking for a graphic designer for a world
                    famous online fashion magazine.” What girl on this
                    planet wouldn’t pay attention to that?  I met Christine Suppes, and we instantly
                    clicked.  I saw
                    awesome potential in being on the Fashionlines team and got
                    on board.  Here I am—I hope you all like the
                    site!