A styling
course seemed like a great idea. It turned out fine. It made me aware of what
fashion can be.
Preparing a
shoot? Sounds amazing. And it is. Grabbing around for clothes and making them work,
pushing own boundaries, leaving your safety-zone and taking fashion risks was
what I needed. I may not have pulled it all off. I may not have revolutionized the
styling industry yet. But the only aspect that made this course a tough one was
to observe that the average fashion industry persona is not a happy one.
I thought
it is all too inspiring to grasp – styling, moodboard preparation, visiting
PRs, writing. But whenever some speaker came to the session, he made me feel
sad. The photographer on the shoot was sad. The model was sad. The studio was
sad. No one felt any spark or excitement for this small fashion project.
Everyone living it as a routine task, because that’s probably what this really
was.
Anytime
someone says fashion, I do not conjure up anything dull. I see great things,
great ideas, great sources. But it turns out it’s hard to get them, so you can
end up as a poor stylist doing tiny, uninspiring projects or as a contributor
to a fashion bi-annual no one cares about. Even while typing these words, the
excitement slowly vanishes and probably
once I finish this sentence I will stop writing for at least a month.
But I won’t
do that for one reason. I still feel this unidentified stimulant that makes me
excited about what fashion can bring. If this blog somehow survives my
ups-and-downs and I will continue to care, it may turn out that in the next two
or three years I will go back to this post and laugh at my passion and naivety.
Now, when it is still out there, I want to believe what awaits me will be
amazing and constantly inspiring. That’ s what I wish for, for me and for all
of fashion buffs-to-be and buffs-to-revive-again.
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