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.
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.
I've been wanting to release this jacket for about half a year.
I fell in love with this heavy cotton fabric that has a textured suede like finish but it's been discontinued unfortunately.
Looking for alternatives, I just can't decide. Leather (faux, of course) seems to be the most obvious option here but maybe some kind of waxed denim could work better for the season.
It just occurred to me that my social media presence is not an accurate refrence frame of my work.
There is a concept in physics called relativity of simultaneity that explains a difference in the timing of events that happen simultaneously, depending on the field of view of an observer relative to another. You see, in this space things may seem inactive for you, but from my perspective, there is so much action. The movement just hasn't yet reached your panorama.
I'll try to share more of what I'm doing in between the boring outfit photos, to balance the general vista.
Life is irrational. You are locked inside yourself, quite forcibly, where no one but you is allowed access. All alone and aware.
Not that I want to sound like Schopenhauer, but I agree with his philosophical pessimism, in that suffering is more conspicuous in the life of human beings because of their intellectual capacities.