It's been so long since I've posted that I couldn't even find the "New Post" button. But evidently I did find it and here we are.
I could make excuses about how my university work has taken up all of my time and life has been too busy, but that's not why I didn't post. I just couldn't be arsed. My enthusiasm for fashion has dwindled somewhat over the past 6 months or so (I haven't established why that is) and yet I still find myself completing the third year of my fashion design course. I am not a quitter.
I am, however, excited about my final major project. We're required to design, develop and produce a six piece collection (in the short space of 12 weeks) on any theme that we choose. The topic that I've chosen came from the idea that fashion is frivolous. In the larger panorama of life, fashion is merely a fruitless distraction. Simply put, you can't polish a turd. And yet we all still try, following trend blindly in the hope of saying something meaningful about our identity.
No, I didn't put that in my proposal. Instead I researched emotion, mortality, hope and hopelessness: looking at the mind, and how a conceptual collection could comfort the soul. The aim is to give some longevity and meaning to an otherwise trifling task. And to get a good mark.
I shall post some evidence of my hard work, for the minority of people reading this who happen to be interested, at a later date.