The bleached eyebrows and pulled back hair make me look older, which is appropriate today because it's my birthday.
Although my face expression says otherwise, I'm very happy. The uglier I get, the more I like myself. I think it has to do with the liberating feeling that I am free to not be subtle. I have the right to absurdity.
Sweater: Ravel Sweater by Aelyse
Skirt: Walrus skirt by Aelyse
I'm fixated on the idea that clothes should be worn however you want and not how they're intended to be worn. I might do a collection of "multi-way" silhouettes or I might just keep wearing my dresses upside down.
This "customization" of my outfit has nothing to do with individualism or self expression to be honest, I am a quiet rebel, a conspicuous introvert that finds it too challenging to raise a fist and shout fuck the system so an inverted dress is the way I tell the world "you don't tell me what to do".
Sweater: Self made / unreleased
Dress: Fillis dress by Aelyse
Boots: Tabis by Maison Margiela
Ruffles, cut outs, slip dresses, mom jeans everywhere.
The more we see them, the more we like them, trends have a way to seep into our thoughts and change our perception unsuspectingly, and thanks to social media and its spurt of "influencers" I've fallen in the trap. Before I knew, I was following more fashion bloggers and street style photographers than actual friends, and I found myself with the sudden urge of owning that pair of furry loafers and painful looking sock boots, none of which have real practicity in my lifestyle and would inevitably end up collecting dust in a corner of my closet, and leave me with the feeling that I just let the wind blow my money off a cliff, and into a fire.
I took a look at my last collection and felt betrayed, by my own self nonetheless. I still stand by my designs but I feel that they've been diluted. The realization that I've been corrupted haunts me, so in self defense I've decided to haunt back.
While this ensemble is not the prime example of my trend afflicted work of late, I realize how blurred it is in the context of my entire line.
I don't really have the luxury of spending time berating myself, or even trying to understand why I have been so vulnerable to redirect away from myself, but I have definitely taken the time to go back into my own world, and carry out a threat to the part of me that is afraid of disturbing the landscape with my outfit.
Dress: Column dress by Aelyse
Sweater: Ravel sweater by Alyen
Boots: Pia boots by Vagabond
I was a teenager when I first came across the iconic tabi boots by Martin Margiela.
at first sight I recoiled but couldn't look away, this was the first time I was actually intrigued by design.
To me, fashion was about selling out, abusing creativity by a profit driven aristocracy. But I was no capitalist, I was just a working class girl who had recently shaved her head as a form of opposition to what she was being fed by society.
And this deformed shoe validated my discomfort towards a commercial homogeneity dictated by corporate overlords in pursuit of massive revenue. It illustrated eloquently that if we mute the noise of commercialism, designers and consumers are able to interact in a more meaningful way. All of the sudden, fashion went from being decorative to emotional.
Margiela's tabi boots were a revelation to me.