4/22/2013

people stare while i explore




Probably all of us experience that moment when people stare. They stare because they have a bad day or crave to seem more respectable than they really are, but sometimes they simply look because of your clothes. Maybe even style.

Instantly you can notice the reason. And the more confident you look, the more probable option is the vain one – you’re being admired. Why it happens? It is rather obvious your daily, no matter how cool outfit, will not revolutionize the fashion industry. But there is this one amazing explanation - so simple and so true.

Those who look, they constantly aspire. But to no avail. It is not the case of a low budget – it is just that some people can pull it off while others struggle but never reach this wonderful moment of self-acceptance stemming from the confidence that what you’re wearing is right. Such moments are indispensable in fact. How amazing it feels not to lose all your gut once you finally hit the street after a one minute walk from your flat’s door, where normally you’re already starting to feel desperate with your fashion choices.

People look and admire when you don’t need any assertions. When you can define own style. When you’re consistent. It is tough to achieve, but once this day comes you feel like you’ve fully explored another part of yourself. The fashion part.

4/14/2013

the future


Before you read this post, play this song. Then start. Then do whatever.


I often picture my life as one that will be happy. When I think of the future I don’t see anything sad or unsettling. But the paradox here is, I am not an optimist at all. I’m just starting to see things I want.

Fashion is always an intrinsic part of how I conjure up my life. I will be doing something grasping, engaging and exciting. Maybe some PR, maybe some writing. Yes, I feel like sitting at the white wooden desk and writing with windows open and Kurt Vile songs.  

I have a hunch that  in the remote future, once I learn a lot, once I get smarter, I will write a  book about some unidentifiable thing. No idea – a slushy novel or some pseudo-existential diary. Whatever it may be, it is a thought I like it and the thought I’m afraid of.

I always think I will have enough money to pay for a nice flat with stacks of COS clothes and Juergen Teller & Corinne Day albums. If my book turns out a bestseller (how probable is that!), then it will happen. In the unlikely case it won’t, there will be two options for my pathetic self: to leave fashion dreams and change occupation or to commit a dramatic suicide. It actually sounds good, cause once I do that, a spiritual stranger somewhere out there may actually discover my extraordinary talent and the book will become a bestseller. Well, this is an amazing plan B for now.

But seriously, my hopes for making my future the right one, the best one are high. Don’t know what the chances are, don’t know how my ‘fate’ is destined to become . I know so little, my wishes are big.

See, how naïve I am. How funny to be like that. How bad would it be to get disappointed at some point in life. How great to keep waiting. It is all about waiting, isn’t it?

4/01/2013

it's vintage, baby




My wardrobe does not brim with vintage pieces. For two reasons. Because my style is not exactly what would fall into vintage definition. Because what I appreciate about clothes is simplicity and minimalistic approach so hard to find in vintage clothing.

But my attitude towards all these vintage lovers is full of admiration and respect rather than indifference. Well, vintage is a tough cookie. It requires the awareness of what you’re wearing and how you make it work. It requires an eye for quality to avoid looking like an old-fashioned, sloppy type. It requires passion and understanding of the past.

Vintage can be even tougher, if you want to make it contemporary. How to mix things up without ending up  with a grotesque look? Where lays the desirable link between timelessness and modernity? As you probably notice, these are rhetorical question, which mean I will not be able to give you an answer.

That is why I love all these people taking the vintage challenge. And by vintage I do not constrain it to Rokit or Beyond Retro basement shops.  What I have in my mind are these tireless Brick Lane or second-hand outlets’ raiders, capable of spotting a truly amazing piece in a stack of Marks&Spencer oversized tees and unbranded, creepy men’s shirts.

Now, I truly want to know more about vintage. Not to transform my personal style which I’m eventually getting satisfied with (hurray), but to be able to talk about it and talk wisely.  I’m just at the mere start of exploring its world, but I bet it is worth it. Fashion is always worth it. Well, learning is always worth it. How wise that sounds?