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

Campaigns

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.