A PAINTING ABOUT A CAFE.

I've been writing a lot lately but none of them was published. I've been every where, to a cafe, a restaurant or a theatre, write anything that comes on my mind. The truth is, all I ever want is to be. Not to succeed. Success is a product of the society we're living in. An illusion created by those who rule the world, like a bait and we're the fishes. I used to say I wanted to live in a house like this, wake up like that, do things like ta ta ta, then do things like da da da. But now I've changed. I'm trembled knowing how practical I used to be. And assured to realize how much I've learned to stop being so practical.

1. I only like a few of Yohji Yamamoto's designs, the minimal ones. His philosophy is good, but the messiness of his clothes doesn't exist in my world, hence, neither do I in his.

2. Fashion designer sounds too flashy and mushy. I don't like to label oneself. I'll be proud to make clothes as skillfully as a tailor.

3. I hate mediocrity.

4. I believe in words. I think kids who read, love animals and have dreams are the luckiest ones.

5. As much as I love to write, I find it hard to take writing as a job. I write because I want to. But fashion is different. I can't get myself out of it, like a debt from the past and this present life is my turn to pay.

6. I'm lazy. Very lazy. I create good things thanks to it. 

"Good artists copy. Great artists steal."

My lucky number is not 6, however, I'll call it a night, finish my painting and see you later. I apologize for not taking many photos of myself but honestly, I'm not sorry. This is not a fashion blog and I don't give people name tags of what I wear. You know me, it's easy, I wear clothes of people whom I work for. Good night.