im writing about my love for fashion. its a personal narrative. so tell me what you think. be HONEST. tell me if it bores you or if its stupid or even that you love it. i need feedback! please! its kind of long i know im sorry. i posted some pictures to make up for it though.
Everyone has that thing that completes their lives and defines them in a way. That’s how fashion is for me. It’s my life. Fashion is the one thing I can always go to when ever and where ever I need it. It calms me down and pumps me up at the perfect times. When I was thinking of ideas for this narrative I didn’t want to write about this. I didn’t want to share my personal feelings for something that not everyone understands. But as I went through my other choices, this is the only one that stuck with me.
I’d like to explain to you what caused this, some would say, obsession with beautiful things. I guess it started when I lived in Sugar land, Texas about 4 years ago. I remember going to the grocery store with my mom and seeing all of these gorgeous people wearing magnificent clothing in these magazines and I wanted to know what it was and what it was all about. It was something that I marveled over at the very beginning. After that I would ride my bike up to the store everyday and spend my money, from babysitting, on the newest fashion magazines. I was only 13 at the time. I didn’t realize how much I would grow to need this form of art.
After a while I discovered new ways to learn about fashion. I would go on to all of my favorite designers websites and constantly watch videos of their latest runway shows. Intently observing the movement of the clothing and how the designer put two fabrics together that I would have never thought of was my favorite thing to do. I would drag my sister to the computer in attempt to explain to her the beauty in it. Desperately wanting to hear from her that it was as amazing as I thought. Sadly, The only thing I got from her was an eye role and an exhausted “I don’t have time for this” attitude. This routine would go before working on homework and talking on the phone with friends and even sleep. I made it my first priority, without even knowing. I just wanted to be involved with it every second that I could. I created fashion blogs, posting pictures of celebrities and models wearing clothes that I liked and felt were appropriate for that season. I would take notes from the fashion magazines that I would buy, like I was learning about this in a class. I still have spirals full of new designers and editorials that were featured at the time.
In every attempt to learn more about clothes and designers I found myself getting more and more involved with the lifestyle of this type of artist. The kind that worked with shapes, textures, and colors everyday. My dad bought me pencils and a sketchbook, seeing that I was becoming so outraged with drawing and designing clothes myself. He always understood that I had finally found something that defined me. My mom would try to help too. She’d buy me vogue magazines from Britain and even from France when I began taking French in high school. I bring at least one magazine to school everyday. Ill read it anytime I can. After I finish an assignment in class, maybe when a teacher’s lecture is a little too boring, and even at lunch when I’m with my friends. I drown myself in reading and learning. I still make runs to the grocery store for the latest magazines, of course. I couldn’t really stop since it became such a wonderful thing for me. Only now I can drive there and even get a Starbucks on my way out
I love going to art museums because they do such a good job at portraying fashion and the art aspect of it. I remember walking around the museum and looking up at its huge angular ceilings. I was dumb-founded by the culture and heritage that clothes have and at the transition that it has made in recent years. It only made me even more mesmerized by clothing.
My fashion taste comes through in my ensembles that I wear everyday. I find joy in revealing new ways to wear an old t-shirt that I have had in my closet or by buying an expensive dress at Nordstrom, it doesn’t matter how I do it as long as I am able to. I constantly have to be able to stretch my senses and discover new ways of putting articles of clothing together. On my birthday all I asked for were gift cards to Nordstrom and Barnes & Noble, so that I could read about fashion icons and then do the best I could to imitate their glamorous looks. I get inspiration anywhere possible, Surfing the inter-net, reading magazines, Watching documentaries about Audrey Hepburn, even from reality television. Shows such as America’s Next Top Model and Project Runway are most interesting. I don’t care if people think what I wore or what I wear is to extreme or not cute enough for their standards. I never have done this for anyone else but myself. I love being able to wear a headband around my forehead and I sparkly dress and not care about what other people think. Maybe one day they will learn to express them selves the same way I love to.
Once I figured out that fashion is something I loved, I took this idea of beauty and ran with it. And I’m going to keep running with it until I get to where I want to be. And once I do that, I’m going to still stick with it. Things like this don’t just come and go, as if one minute its there and the next minute your rambling about the next big thing. No, this kind of passion and dedication is the kind that if you find it soon enough it stays with you forever.
I’d like to explain to you what caused this, some would say, obsession with beautiful things. I guess it started when I lived in Sugar land, Texas about 4 years ago. I remember going to the grocery store with my mom and seeing all of these gorgeous people wearing magnificent clothing in these magazines and I wanted to know what it was and what it was all about. It was something that I marveled over at the very beginning. After that I would ride my bike up to the store everyday and spend my money, from babysitting, on the newest fashion magazines. I was only 13 at the time. I didn’t realize how much I would grow to need this form of art.
After a while I discovered new ways to learn about fashion. I would go on to all of my favorite designers websites and constantly watch videos of their latest runway shows. Intently observing the movement of the clothing and how the designer put two fabrics together that I would have never thought of was my favorite thing to do. I would drag my sister to the computer in attempt to explain to her the beauty in it. Desperately wanting to hear from her that it was as amazing as I thought. Sadly, The only thing I got from her was an eye role and an exhausted “I don’t have time for this” attitude. This routine would go before working on homework and talking on the phone with friends and even sleep. I made it my first priority, without even knowing. I just wanted to be involved with it every second that I could. I created fashion blogs, posting pictures of celebrities and models wearing clothes that I liked and felt were appropriate for that season. I would take notes from the fashion magazines that I would buy, like I was learning about this in a class. I still have spirals full of new designers and editorials that were featured at the time.
In every attempt to learn more about clothes and designers I found myself getting more and more involved with the lifestyle of this type of artist. The kind that worked with shapes, textures, and colors everyday. My dad bought me pencils and a sketchbook, seeing that I was becoming so outraged with drawing and designing clothes myself. He always understood that I had finally found something that defined me. My mom would try to help too. She’d buy me vogue magazines from Britain and even from France when I began taking French in high school. I bring at least one magazine to school everyday. Ill read it anytime I can. After I finish an assignment in class, maybe when a teacher’s lecture is a little too boring, and even at lunch when I’m with my friends. I drown myself in reading and learning. I still make runs to the grocery store for the latest magazines, of course. I couldn’t really stop since it became such a wonderful thing for me. Only now I can drive there and even get a Starbucks on my way out
I love going to art museums because they do such a good job at portraying fashion and the art aspect of it. I remember walking around the museum and looking up at its huge angular ceilings. I was dumb-founded by the culture and heritage that clothes have and at the transition that it has made in recent years. It only made me even more mesmerized by clothing.
My fashion taste comes through in my ensembles that I wear everyday. I find joy in revealing new ways to wear an old t-shirt that I have had in my closet or by buying an expensive dress at Nordstrom, it doesn’t matter how I do it as long as I am able to. I constantly have to be able to stretch my senses and discover new ways of putting articles of clothing together. On my birthday all I asked for were gift cards to Nordstrom and Barnes & Noble, so that I could read about fashion icons and then do the best I could to imitate their glamorous looks. I get inspiration anywhere possible, Surfing the inter-net, reading magazines, Watching documentaries about Audrey Hepburn, even from reality television. Shows such as America’s Next Top Model and Project Runway are most interesting. I don’t care if people think what I wore or what I wear is to extreme or not cute enough for their standards. I never have done this for anyone else but myself. I love being able to wear a headband around my forehead and I sparkly dress and not care about what other people think. Maybe one day they will learn to express them selves the same way I love to.
Once I figured out that fashion is something I loved, I took this idea of beauty and ran with it. And I’m going to keep running with it until I get to where I want to be. And once I do that, I’m going to still stick with it. Things like this don’t just come and go, as if one minute its there and the next minute your rambling about the next big thing. No, this kind of passion and dedication is the kind that if you find it soon enough it stays with you forever.
