so now i am owed this...

…one self indulgent tirade.

the countdown to another anticipated event of my year has well and truly begun. i don’t know what i’m most excited about. the craziness of the Japanese, the pristine style of London, the French men, or the lifestyle of the Yanks.

this trip was not designed for soul searching, but more for me to broaden my  spectrum and take advantage of this new outlook on life that has been introduced to me. i know a lot of people will be worried about my well being when i step out into the big bad world, and i love them for it. but i will be ok. i may be naïve, but i am more curious than anything. i will be doing all the things i loved doing here, but instead, out there where i am unrestricted and unknown to the world. with no pre-conceived opinions and expectations. i cannot promise that i will mingle with the locals, but i have every intent of capturing stills of the streets in every city i step into, drawing each line to perfection, scribbling thoughts that may or may not be written under the influence, and last but not least styling the shit out of each outfit i wear out! after all, i am only heading out to the fashion capitals of the world! i will absorb each culture and let the creative juices seep through my imperfect skin. where i will then regurgitate all that and plate it up for you in a form of a book and a new collection.

now on another note, which still has some relevance to this post. i have somewhat become an example of a ‘break up warhorse’ not sure why but it happened to be that way. i bring this up now because i am watching a sibling go through the stages. all i can say on this matter is, i don’t need anymore awesome ‘friendships’ with guys. i already have a great collection of friends. #fuckyourinsecurities

wise men say...

they say the weird and crazy come out on Friday the 13th. i did the craziest thing that night. without having this sound like a page out of my grade 8 diary, i told him. him being the beautiful person that allowed me to see the world in a different light, and him who i find myself being in a weird relation with. it's a bittersweet feeling i now have knowing where we both stand with each other. this passage from one of his favourite animations describes us perfectly.

now he knows. and now i won't die wondering. 

the darkest element.

today my colleague and i dressed a few mannequins on the young fashion level at work. the only briefing and direction we received from H.O was to go black and minimal. instinctively i had a big grin on my face. i started off with a black mesh bra and ended up with this, the “Widows” as we are now referring them to. as we were wheeling the mannequins onto the shop floor, one sales assistant commented, “omg that looks scary, she looks like a cancer patient” – enter// shit dumb girls say. rather horrified by the sight of my model, i turned around and replied “a burns victim actually!”. not to offend or mock anyone. but things that are not straight out of the ‘on trend’ catalogue is quickly scrutinised and categorised as ugly. especially here in Sydney where fashion is nothing more than a carbon copy of what the next person is wearing. think about this when you next step into your local hipster store, you are actually getting ‘styling tips’ from a 15 year old, with the kind flattering gesture of being called babe. real trendy at  the most.
but other than that one comment and several strange looks from children and elderly women, this has all been taken as a compliment. disturbing the public is more satisfying than giving the customers a traditional DJ’s store experience.

 on another note here are a few shots of my Ksubi window from a couple of months back. again, a look that i am completely comfortable with and enjoy styling. i dream of styling for these kids, or better yet, design for them. so Ksubi boys - get at me!