STILL COLD, STILL QUIET, MUCH BRIGHTER

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My energy hungry body has missed the light and it's performing the ritualistic arm flapping in front of a camera to welcome the season.

 

 

Top: Alpine shirt by Aelyse
Skirt: Allium skirt by Aelyse
Boots: Thrifted

 

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ART DOSAGE

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I always thought I didn't have the sensibility to be an artist.
As a kid, I liked drawing and writing, and I did it without even thinking, it felt natural, I filled notebooks with poems, songs, and sketches. As a teen, the sketches evolved into fashion figures with clothes I dreamed of having and wearing to school, which I kept hidden because I didn't want to seem vain, the poetry notebooks turned into anonymous blogging, a narrative of my teen angst. I lost count of how many times I pretended to be an interior designer transforming my bedroom, cutting up old clothes to give them new life, hand sewing pillow cases and duvets, stapling long pieces of fabric to make curtains. I had a lot of fun taking photos, creating logos and banners for my mom's (a business woman) website, I even attempted to become a hair stylist because of the creative freedom I thought I could have on an occupation like that.

 

 

I watched my dad (a musician) lose himself in his art everyday, giving in to that sensibility I thought I lacked, materializing with ease his ideas and emotions, and I was inspired, I wanted to continue being involved in creative endeavors for the rest of my life, develop an artistic sensibility and switch over from rhymes and altered t-shirts to masterpieces but by the time I was entering higher education I felt I didn't have the support to throw myself fully into arts, I didn't feel capable of embracing that dysfunctional susceptibility that we tend to personalize artists by, added to the stigma of the starving artist, that is just too common for loved ones and strangers alike to feel comfortable enough to judge or worry about those who are willing to just hone in on their lust for creating, so I chose science instead, the idea of becoming an astrophysicist was attractive, every book I had read voluntarily and the only ones I had liked that were forced onto me by school teachers were all science fiction. It would give me enough credibility for my family to stop thinking of me as the weird one, and for the rest to take me seriously, but I struggled with keeping interest on the subject and realized that what I actually liked about it was its romanticized version, the decorative and intangible portrayal of facts on books and films. I was ashamed, I wasn't the struggling artist, I was worse than that. I was a failed attempt at something else I didn't even mean.

 

 

I lingered for a while on the science studies and took a freelancing job at a local magazine where I would write ornamental columns about my hometown, meant to attract the intellectual tourists, thinking that small creative gig would suffice to keep my inner artist happy. It didn't.
 
In the midst of my personal catastrophe I took an opportunity to make an intercontinental move and at least for a while, forget about the biggest dilemma of my life. A new environment surely would bring a new perspective. I focused on instinct rather than logic and let life just happen.
I never really stopped making art, but I did stop thinking of it as a defining attribute for who I am.

 

 

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#allblackeverything

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I enjoy the aesthetic but I have to admit, I've been feeling a little bit silly, to keep going with such narrow field of vision. I like concrete and steel but also flowers and soft green leaves and I'd like that to show. I guess I'll work on it.

Ensemble
Top: Klein tunic by Aelyse
leggings: Gloss leggings by Aelyse
boots: Joan of arctic by Sorel

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CORRESPONDENCE

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I'm longing for conversation, the way we used to do it.
It's been only 3 years since the very first time I operated a sewing machine and I remember how eager I was to show everyone what I've done every time I stitched two pieces of fabric together, and to listen back what you thought. It was a kind of a sweet correspondence.

unexplicable reasons made me shy away from sharing, I've kept all my work to myself only putting out what you had already seen over and over again. I really don't know what caused this momentary setback, or the removal of hundreds of images of the past 3 years worth of work from my social media and website, but I think it has served to make me long for conversation again.

Aaaaaaaanywayyyyyy, toile fitting today.


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Style distortion

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In my mind a pair of trainers outside the gym can help break the mould and define the blur that an #allblackeverything outfit can become. In practice though, all that is broken is the dignity of it. It might sound exaggerated that I feel stylistically distorted wearing sports shoes, but it is an emotional commitement I’ve built towards an aesthetic ideal.

One day I’ll find my kind of trainers.

 

Ensemble
Jacket: By Aelyse (yet to be released)
Top: Estela top by Aelyse
Bottoms: Panné velvet joggers 
Trainers: Puma fierce core

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