DEAR MARCUS.

Dear Marcus,

Thank you for the letter. I'm very glad that you like my work. Though I love the atmosphere of the city, I can't make it in a short amount of time. I want you to know that I'm always pleased to arrange a meeting via Skype or any social platforms that suits you.

Chanel is doing its next show at the Ritz. Have you heard? I wish to know what it's like to stay overnight at the hotel. Did you happen to take any pictures there? Could you send me some? I'm not sure what I'll do with them, but you know they'll make my day. Talking of taking pictures, I'm using my camera again for black and white photography. I miss it. It took me one shot to realize how good I used to be at this.

By the way, do you know I'm playing Homestead, The Good Dinosaur OST, while writing to you? I was experimenting an idea before watching the movie. I guess by now you know I've had a good day.

You asked me a question about this industry. I have the answer now. Marcus, I believe that no one in fashion succeeds alone. However, if they make it, at the end of the day, they'll always find themselves to be alone or surrounded by people while feeling lonely. Can you imagine yourself being successful and constantly traveling back and forth? It's your life already. But keep imagining. Tell me, isn't there a single day you sit at a restaurant looking good and feeling empty inside? That's what the industry is all about. It looks so good that it makes people nervous and scared of you. We focus so much on things that build our career, yet tear apart some of our closed relationships.

I hope I didn't get you down. You must know I enjoy the cost of this path because it's been my decision all along. I'm super curious about your next destination. Please don't hesitate to write to me. I happened to find a place that sold sealing wax, which will make this habit of ours so much more overdressed. Something we like to be every day.

Take care, my dear. I'll see you soon.

All the best,

Jamie

FASHION RAMBLING.

This morning, I type with a mind of rawness and the unconsciousness of being. Last night, I forgot to take Hedi to the rooftop for skating, as usual, he ended the day being a lazy ass with cute paws. This post is going to be a collection of scattered pieces in my memory. There will be no time structure or common sense. 

I remember how scared I was the first time I step on a skating board. It was as intimidating as learning to ride a bicycle. The vision of hard falls and bruises was clear. Every time I stepped on that board, I held onto a thread above for balance. And every time that happened, I thought of falling forward and having my arms torn backwards. It was embarrassing and worthwhile.

I don't get Rick Owens. I liked Yohji Yamamoto for his philosophies but I will never understand his clothes. My experience in this field is marked by designers. Yves Saint Laurent has always hit my black heart. Hedi Slimane is good with installations, black and white & portrait photography. Raf Simons struck me after Dior & I, and his iconic photographic, typographic prints. Maison Margiela is a confusion, the aesthetics is identical but the target is strange. Lemair, I adore. Jil Sander's branding is a case study. I'm curious to see what Hedi will do at Chanel and how Saint Laurent will bring its Haute Couture line back. 

Yves Saint Laurent 

Raf Simons

Maison Margiela

Jacquemus

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