Oh, gosh. Starting again.
Well, explaining the past couple of months (in fact it's almost 3, and I've just recently fully realised 'a couple' means exactly 2!) would be absolutely unnecessary, yet there is a kind of obligation I feel in the air.
What the hell have I been doing?
A lot of different things in fact. Most proudly, I (more-less) had successfully finished my first unit at London College of Fashion!!! I had also moved from my aunt's place into my own little paradise, one that even has a huge garden (omg check it out by scrolling). I have started working part-time as a receptionist in a pilates studio.
And I'd also won the lottery. These past couple of months have been quite a roller-coaster of different emotions, responsibilities, news and olds. All wrapped up into a bunch of amazing pieces I've found at the Mile End pound-sales, one of which is the seminal dark denim MADE-IN-USA workman suit you'll see down there. I promise I'll do a good run through all of my works here on SBR, but if you're oh, so crazily excited about seeing them, you can do so RIGHT NOW by going to my Vimeo page.
But Dino, You haven't answered the most important question - why did you come back?
Thank You for asking Dino. The thing is - I realised I absolutely miss this lil' ol' platform called stylebrickroad.com, perfectly made for all the food-for-thought I come up with in my spare time. I know it's kinda pastiche (and very 2005) of me to say this but - I don't want to spend my money on a shrink when I spill my beans and feel better about myself via my computer AND for free. Inspired by all those intense marathons of watching incredibly same-y, existentially dependent TV shows as part of my research for my next project at LCF (I know, it's just an excuse) I felt a diary-like way is the best way of sharing any bees buzzing around my northern extremity also known as my head. Just scroll back up (or just look up if you're lucky enough to have that amazing 9109890471 inch iMac) at the opening GIF and you'll get the gist of it. Plus, I've decided to use all my stunningly talented friends to take photos of my of-the-moment outfits, just to make it easier for the readers (aka you) to digest my random thoughts. Yes, I know I'm packing personal problems into fashion but that's how we all like it, no?
So, what now?
Omg Dino, your questions are AMAZING - it's like you exactly know what I'm thinking of next! But SBR has kinda made a full circle - it came from a painstakingly simple 'outfit-photos-and-a-bit-of-gibberish' kind of blog into a more serious (or so I'd like to believe it) fashion-concentrated platform. But now that I've achieved that all-life goal of The Fashion running my life, I'd like to go back to what this first was - a collection of thoughts, images and narcissistic self-indulgence with a life-long need for attention. Yes, I'm a product of the Rachel of Friends, Seinfeld of Seinfeld, Carrie of Sex and the City, Hannah of Girls, and most recently Kimmy of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt - all of which are self-indulging narcissistic asses in need of attention. Well, if all of them got millions of viewers to make feel better about themselves, I can get
a couple several hundred people to read this. AND COMMENT.
Yes, the comments section is now OPENED, so please feel comfortable to share your own food for thought, even if you think it's random, even if you think no one else is interested - believe me, it feels SO GOOD.
And don't get me wrong - I still enjoy studying/following/looking at/analysing fashion, maybe I'll even work inside it, but writing about it here while secretly trying to outdo every other million of people attempting in the same challenge is just not making me want to do it the same way.
I think I love fashion, I want to think I live fashion, but most probably I am 'just' in love with it.
|photos by my incredible friend and fellow MA Fashion Media Production student Ali Baïlon|
|Wearing a second-hand £1 denim workman suit, dad's old turtleneck, flea-market bracelet, Casio watch, H&M necklace, and Creative Recreation trainers (also known as a cheaper love-child between adidas' Stan Smith & adidas' Rick Owens shoe)|