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This is a review I should have written in 2012, after completing the Fashion Folio course. At the time, I was young, inexperienced, and dealing with social anxiety—but I was also incredibly hardworking. Unfortunately, review platforms weren't as accessible back then as they are today.
My teacher was PAULINE ROSENTHAL, an elderly woman who seemed straight out of Downton Abbey. And she almost ruined me.
She was unkind when my grandfather passed away and I struggled emotionally. She made RACIST remarks about the fact that I spoke Spanish. She even once fell asleep during a one-on-one presentation of my work. But these were minor compared to what she did with my UCAS application.
Despite having strong recommendation letters from previous courses at Central Saint Martins and Parsons, she replaced them with a single, devastating letter—written by her. I wasn’t aware of the change until it was too late. Every university I interviewed with gave me the same feedback: We like your work, but we can't accept you with this letter.
I had to pay £40 to access the letter that shattered my academic aspirations. It was HATEFUL, UNPROFESSIONAL, and MALICIOUS. It put me in a very difficult place mentally, and I fell into a deep depression. I didn't get into any of the universities I had dreamed of. That letter nearly destroyed my career before it began.
But I found another way. Over the years, I’ve built a successful career as an international textile artist and a beloved teacher at several prestigious universities in Spain.
I’ve had all kinds of students—gifted, troubled, indifferent—and I always treat them with respect and patience. That TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE shaped my values as a teacher. It taught me to never project frustration or ideology onto my students’ young and hopeful minds. Many of them tell me they feel seen and supported because of it.
Still, sometimes the memory of that injustice resurfaces—like the echo of an act committed in pure malice.
Back then, those of us from Portugal, Italy, Greece, and Spain—the so-called “PIGS”—wrote a letter of complaint. It wasn’t just personal; she treated all of us with contempt. IT WAS RACISM, PLAIN AND SIMPLE.
I hope Central Saint Martins took that complaint seriously and that she no longer holds any position of influence over young creatives. But if she’s still working with students, I want to go on record: PAULINE ROSENTHAL SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ALLOWED TO TEACH. She is a racist, a snob, and a RELIC OF A COLONIAL MINDSET that has no place in education.
I don’t want this story to be forgotten. I don’t want my pain and lost dreams to be brushed aside. I want the world to know what happened—because no student should ever be subjected to that kind of abuse.