As is custom by now, the profound vacuum in my chest having spent close to a century (or at least it seems so) from your audience makes me wanna broadcast just how much I’ve missed you! No seriously it doesn’t get any more pretentious than this unless of course you follow Dj Khaled on Snapchat then let’s just say my 1% vanity inspired catalogs and humdrum salad selfies are null.
Fall 2016 New York Fashion Week saw rise to models of color strut down the runway almost exclusively courtesy of Posen among others. His bold move to incorporate diversity on the show that has over the years received strong criticism and backlash over alleged racism resonated deeply with me and that not only made Zac Posen’s collection one of my favorites but continued to affirm my life long dream.
The sensation New York Fashion Week gives me is almost riveting. There is something oddly promising when watching the strobe lights flicker and models begin to descend the runway in peerless silk and lace combinations so magical Alice in Wonderland would need a lifetime to reclaim its spot in my childhood memories. From Victoria Beckham’s seamless collection to Tommy Hilfiger’s nautical inspiration, the only thing not attractive is the price tags swinging politely backstage.
Contrary to what most people believe, mine wasn’t a story of epiphanies or self discovering journeys but instead a tale of an impulsive teenage girl searching desperately to derive meaning from a passion for fashion. With nothing but a doomed report card to show for it, it occurred to me that life was much more than double failure and two hour lectures from my dad
Valentine’s Day is a loony ideology curated by Western economies to boost their total GDP with sky rocket sales from cute fluffy teddies, overpriced dresses, streets flocked with bodabodas criss-crossing the city rushing to get the next order of basic bouquets, aged wine and chocolate gift bags delivered with the risk of being considered the biggest ‘L’ for bae of the year depending on how grande a gesture you make.
Unlike most girls around the world looking for some sort of sanity and validation from sparkles, glitter and white aesthetics – obsessing, tirelessly pinning and completely swoon over back to back dreamy scenes from The Twilight Series, I seem to have lost a part of my girly, superficial side swinging across monkey bars and chanting rebellious mouthfuls around.
Growing up in a world where stereotypes and chestnut phrases define us, I always felt vulnerable and self conscious about my appearance and which category I fell into. Mostly because at the back of my mind I knew that one day my reality would revolve around metal bars gripping tightly to my cheeks and the smile on my face wasn’t necessarily by choice.
Ushering in the new year meant fancy parties, overpriced sparkly dresses, overindulgence and numerous DUIs seeing as no one wanted to feel left out of the ‘fun’. That was far from my reality or at least I thought; A nice dinner with my girls, a couple more glasses of wine and off to bed I was…3 days later and here we are. Unlike most functional bloggers who had their new year posts ready and up come dawn of 1st, I was somewhere exhausted, sweaty but mostly sleepy and any effort to sleep while on the road only made me more tired than rested.
This past year has seen me pad your Snapchat feed with numerous kitchen and apron combinations with the occasional short videos of my favourite Masterchef Australia episodes that swing somewhere between gruesome rants by Pierre (and not size10) but acclaimed culinary master Marco Pierre White and yum yum desserts that would actually have you gaining a couple of pounds just by feasting over the screen; believe me I know!
Because nothing screams demigod status than casually throwing in ‘the’ before uttering names worth remembering. Best known for his recent collaboration with retail powerhouse H&M that flocked streets with ranks and file of the #BalmainArmy, it’s no surprise that Olivier Rousteing was at the top of my list of favorites for 2015. In an industry that ironically requires validation, this millennial designer leaves his soul on each runway showcasing mind blowing ensembles curved to perfection as if to replicate his signature duckface selfies (possibly more famous than those of Mrs.West) that if you ask me are all sorts of legendary!