Maybe it's because I'm a blogger, maybe it's because I'm a wizard... Nonetheless, I seem to have an uncanny ability to categorize all my clothing and include a snazzy backstory about each piece I own: i.e. the place of origin, the price, the hardships encountered whilst undergoing such a journey. Each thing has a story and I have no life.
Once upon a time, I went to a snazzy consignment store in Calgary. I saw this jumpsuit. I thought, "Hey! It's like a custodian's outfit! But in pink! [hysterical laughter] I'll try it on! As a joke! We'll have a bonding moment, a good time!" Long story short, Hi, pink-custodian-jumpsuit-come-to-mammaaaa. The end.
The great thing about this jumpsuit is that it REALLY makes you think about the most important things in life. i.e. do I REALLY need to pee or can I contract my bladder and hold it in? Life-changing, earth-shattering, world-altering stuff, I tell ya!
Me and the weather kind of have a... thing. There. I said it. The rumours are true. We flirt with each other. I dress up for him. He sends some sunshine. But let me tell you, the weather is a tease! He winks a blue sky, then he vomits gray. Playing hard to get, eh? How can I say no? I can't. I just wear bright colours in hopes of *siiiigh* reciprocated happiness. In other words, SUN PLEASE COME OUT YOU ANNOYING TWIRP. I miss my bike.
Warning: You are about to witness exhausted muses... Proceed with caution.
"Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are" - Quentin Crisp
I recently heard this quote and it's really resonated with me. I immediately thought, "that's so true." It's hard to describe, but fashion does give me comfort and confidence and purpose. It gives me a sense of belonging. But, do I turn to it because I don't know who I am?
Not that I'm completely lost. But yeah. Some days I wake up feeling completely lost. The play I've been designing costumes for has just finished and I'm DONE all my portfolios! Finito! Bam! Wut! While I feel very relieved, there's also a sense of emptiness. My world revolves around making things and biking in the sunshine. I don't want to spend my days in front of a computer, regurgitating information that humanists said hundreds of years ago, or punching pointless numbers in my calculator to find out the sinusoidal regression of an irrelevant and unrealistic math problem.
I think fashion has helped me define who I am. But... when I look at it all, do I know who I am? No. I think I have an idea of how I want to be perceived, or who I want to be. But WHO AM I? What do I really want? I'm learning. Is that all fashion really is? A facade? An image? In someways, yes. Fashion is a personification of who I want to be, or who I want to appear to be. But I think that there's more. Fashion is an extension of oneself; it shouldn't define you, but it should certainly say something about you. And when you're a little lost, when you're questioning the world... you really do need something to ground you, to make you happy, to give you comfort. For me, it's fashion. I like when people smile at my clothes (by "smile," I mean "make fun of"). I like feeling happy in bright colours and prints. I like clonkin' around town, telepathically (yes) telling people: "Be who you are! Wear what you want! Life's too short to give a crap!"
"I'm just a little girl lost in the moment, I'm so scared but I don't show it" - Lenka. I can't even fathom where I'll be in a year. Not a clue. Who will I be? What will I be dreaming? Creating? Craving? It's scary, absolutely. But I can't take it too seriously. Life is about the journey, the evolution and fuck it, I'm going to wear ridiculous custodian-esque pink jumpsuits when I go on the ride!
(Jumpsuit - Thrifted/ Consignment $5, Blazer - Value Village $7, Shoes - Salvation Army $8, Gloves - Winners/ Gift, Belts - Thrifted $1 each, Jewelry - Assorted, Butterfly Broach - Gift)
So, if you read all that, can we please make cocoons together and transform into butterflies when spring arises? Or you know, we could just muse on fashion and life together and here you go! Opportunity! Bam!
What does fashion mean to you?
Once upon a time, I went to a snazzy consignment store in Calgary. I saw this jumpsuit. I thought, "Hey! It's like a custodian's outfit! But in pink! [hysterical laughter] I'll try it on! As a joke! We'll have a bonding moment, a good time!" Long story short, Hi, pink-custodian-jumpsuit-come-to-mammaaaa. The end.
The great thing about this jumpsuit is that it REALLY makes you think about the most important things in life. i.e. do I REALLY need to pee or can I contract my bladder and hold it in? Life-changing, earth-shattering, world-altering stuff, I tell ya!
Me and the weather kind of have a... thing. There. I said it. The rumours are true. We flirt with each other. I dress up for him. He sends some sunshine. But let me tell you, the weather is a tease! He winks a blue sky, then he vomits gray. Playing hard to get, eh? How can I say no? I can't. I just wear bright colours in hopes of *siiiigh* reciprocated happiness. In other words, SUN PLEASE COME OUT YOU ANNOYING TWIRP. I miss my bike.
Warning: You are about to witness exhausted muses... Proceed with caution.
"Fashion is what you adopt when you don't know who you are" - Quentin Crisp
I recently heard this quote and it's really resonated with me. I immediately thought, "that's so true." It's hard to describe, but fashion does give me comfort and confidence and purpose. It gives me a sense of belonging. But, do I turn to it because I don't know who I am?
Not that I'm completely lost. But yeah. Some days I wake up feeling completely lost. The play I've been designing costumes for has just finished and I'm DONE all my portfolios! Finito! Bam! Wut! While I feel very relieved, there's also a sense of emptiness. My world revolves around making things and biking in the sunshine. I don't want to spend my days in front of a computer, regurgitating information that humanists said hundreds of years ago, or punching pointless numbers in my calculator to find out the sinusoidal regression of an irrelevant and unrealistic math problem.
I think fashion has helped me define who I am. But... when I look at it all, do I know who I am? No. I think I have an idea of how I want to be perceived, or who I want to be. But WHO AM I? What do I really want? I'm learning. Is that all fashion really is? A facade? An image? In someways, yes. Fashion is a personification of who I want to be, or who I want to appear to be. But I think that there's more. Fashion is an extension of oneself; it shouldn't define you, but it should certainly say something about you. And when you're a little lost, when you're questioning the world... you really do need something to ground you, to make you happy, to give you comfort. For me, it's fashion. I like when people smile at my clothes (by "smile," I mean "make fun of"). I like feeling happy in bright colours and prints. I like clonkin' around town, telepathically (yes) telling people: "Be who you are! Wear what you want! Life's too short to give a crap!"
"I'm just a little girl lost in the moment, I'm so scared but I don't show it" - Lenka. I can't even fathom where I'll be in a year. Not a clue. Who will I be? What will I be dreaming? Creating? Craving? It's scary, absolutely. But I can't take it too seriously. Life is about the journey, the evolution and fuck it, I'm going to wear ridiculous custodian-esque pink jumpsuits when I go on the ride!
(Jumpsuit - Thrifted/ Consignment $5, Blazer - Value Village $7, Shoes - Salvation Army $8, Gloves - Winners/ Gift, Belts - Thrifted $1 each, Jewelry - Assorted, Butterfly Broach - Gift)
So, if you read all that, can we please make cocoons together and transform into butterflies when spring arises? Or you know, we could just muse on fashion and life together and here you go! Opportunity! Bam!
What does fashion mean to you?
