Sway away.

“I am already crawling through my lowest of lows when unsurprisingly a myriad of complications decides to hit me right in my gut, not just emotionally but mentally and yes physically leaving me tattered, trying to sabotage the values I live by. I am dealing with self-doubts and my insecurities are high on my nerves. I am oblivion to my future as a fashion designer and I am uncertain about the path I chose for myself. “Is this meant for me?” , sometimes blows my being leading to yet another existential crisis.”

Petrified, as I am ceasing to capitulate, choosing to stand tall, resisting to shade in the comfort of the fragile walls of despair, picking to fight amid the option of giving up; luring me relentlessly, somehow instigating me to challenge my duties to myself and deterring me to not to hustle for better.

In some other life, I was the person who would have been scared by the seeming abbreviation of the flavors in her situation, maybe incite to lose composure, worse is to let her misconstrue her abilities. But, no more.

Meticulously, I am weaving the change. Slowly, I am embracing it. Filling, with love, compassion, and benevolence. I am turning into an impregnable self-sufficient woman, aspiring constructivism, and fostering her values; religiously. Giving, an anguished farewell to melancholia. Forever.

Head high.

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Worshiping CHANEL; unflatteringly.

Each time I fancy a celebutante, I generally end up with one name behind the pestering of establishing such identity. Unpropitious the doubts, it’s CHANEL.

Chanel is a vocabulary, a set of canons, a discipline, a grammar.                                                                                                                         -Inside Chanel

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Synonym to fashion, it’s timeless, snazzy, chic, and elegant. Its creations are mere masterpieces, made with effort, love, and passion for the comfort of the body and for the aesthetics of the eyes. It upholds the idea of subtle luxury that could be felt, but never fully defined. The ideology of the brand intrigues me as much as the founder; Gabrielle Chanel. Born under the sun of Leo in 1883, to a laundress and a traveling peddler. The mother died at 32, exhausted by life. The father abandoned his five children. Probing into her world, I  discovered, life was never easy for her, yet she had the audacity to follow her dreams. Back in 1920’s the loss due to the world war was dominating the market and the tension was all over when she decided to free women from conservative clothing. She transformed the female silhouette, cut short the dresses, revealed the ankles, and gave freedom to the waist. She is to be credited for bringing The little black dress into existence, for promoting simplicity and evoking the status of color, ‘black’, from mournful to the ultimate color of elegance.

Gabrielle closed an era and launched a new century of fashion.                                                                                                                                      -Inside Chanel

Her journey of discovering her lost identity and the transformation to COCO CHANEL is one of it’s kind. When the second world war was announced, she was at the height of her career when finally she decided to shut her stores, convinced, it is no longer the time for fashion, all in the name of humanity.  But that wasn’t the end of her story. After 25 years, she returned to the industry. She stood against the men who have one again trapped women in Corsets and full skirts. She united her team and worked, worked till she sweated blood. At 71 years old, she brought more than a style, a revolution. She is a woman to be hopelessly admired for her contribution to the world of fashion. To me, she surely is an idol, an inspiration. She aspires me to be me, to hold onto my unique expression of freedom, to believe that the only limit that exists is the one within me.

 

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I AM AN ASPIRING FASHION DESIGNER.

Hi.

For diving into my world, you need to know me a little deep. How about getting to know my future livelihood?                                                                                                                       Yes, I am an aspiring FASHION DESIGNER and I’ll be joining a fashion school this summer. It has been a childhood dream for me to get to study fashion as a major. Why I want to study it, is because,

I want to run this world with my sense of aesthetics.

I hopelessly believe that being a designer is empowering in its own way. I get to set trends, bring revolution, break stereotypes, bend the rules, foster few century-long impressions, also be an inspiration for generations ahead. And the sense of happiness associated is pretty invaluable.

I believe there always lies a nonpareil gratification in Cashmere scarf from Hermès, classic little black dresses from Chanel, Burberry’s iconic trench coats, Jimmy Choo’s exotic handmade footwears or The Birkin Bag and the wishlist go on. I want to make a cut to one such list and rule there. I want to create timeless pieces, nurture them with my blood and sweat, to make them your priceless possession.

And,

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I want people to be afraid of the people I dress.                                                                                                                                                                    -Alexander McQueen

xoxo

 

 

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Say hi to the Damsel in distress

Hi.

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I’m a woman fairly in her late teens, a recent high school graduate, about to take a dive headfirst into the real world with absolute reckless abandon. I call myself the culminated mercurial queen of catastrophic insinuations. I give open invitations to problems and identifies exquisite tranquility in finding solutions amid pandemonium. I am more at my lows than the highs. I like the taste of abbreviation and my on point gut is always overpowered by my hopeless romantic heart. I am messy and is under no obligation to make any sense to you.

Yes, I am the ‘Damsel In Distress’

but,
who are you?

xoxo