Deep Thought and Immaturity

Dress? Zara (perfect timing for EBEW) Jacket? Zara Belt and clutch? Thrifted Shoes? Vince Camuto, Winners Necklace? Flea market

Last week, I ended up going to a fashion show fundraiser put together by the fashion students at a local college. In many ways it felt like I was back in my own fashion student days at Ryerson... except this time I was better dressed. I'm not bragging, it's just true. It's hard to describe exactly what makes the atmosphere at most student fashion events so similar. I mean, we can talk about the obvious elements that are always seem to be consistent; a plethora of black clothing, a school director with dark frames and a severe haircut and lots of air kissing. It was the energy that felt the same though. An energy of electric excitement with a touch of cockiness. Back in design school, we thought fashion was everything and we were going to conquer the world, one over-designed piece at a time. That is not to say that there weren't talented students last week and I certainly had some classmates with amazing skill but nobody does overdone like a fashion student. I thought my second year evening gown was the most. innovative. dress until I saw it walk down the runway under some bright lights. Remind me to show you sometime... it's worth a laugh. Maybe it was different for others but when I was in school, fashion was a fantasy and then we graduated, and fashion became a reality. A complicated reality... But that feeling of fashion invincibility was there at the fundraiser last week. I miss feeling like the fashion world was one big opportunity but 5 years after graduation that time has passed. I was never a good airkisser anyways; I like big hugs and lipstick marks left on cheeks.

And then to kill the serious portion of this post, I will admit that I have the maturity of a 5th grader. We drove by the harbour and I saw these domes from afar and specifically asked Matt to take my pictures by the boobies. And that is exactly how we chose our picture location.