Blogging since high school and I'll never stop. Something, somewhere needs to be the outlet of my expression. I hope you can see where I'm coming from.
"Like a tiny floret which sparks in a blink. A firework of roses and the night floods in. While opinions matter and fall behind, when the room is empty and had its fill. When all the world is deaf and blind, she loves the dance and dances still."
NOTE: The images are not always mine, but the ideas most certainly are.
Isn't it fabulous? What a way to bring culture into clothing. Sometimes, we forget the idea behind the garment. Fashion is art. Art is sold because it tells some sort of truth. That's what sells. Anyone can make a beautiful painting. It's the obscure, plain white canvas with a single black ring in the corner that is $2 million. Why? Well, for starters, has it ever been done before? But even more importantly, why was it done? People pay for the idea and the concept more than the actual, tangible item. This is why I love art. Why I love fashion. Why I love to think and write. Superficiality can be easily adapted if creativity and curiosity is lost. And no one wants all o' that. Right?
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