From the white project during my study abroad— Fall 2013 at Central Saint Martins, London.
quick fix // Trying to find the easy-way-out of a situation we got ourselves into. Without having to face the consequence of our wrongdoings, by wrapping ourselves in words of grace and mercy, while disregarding discipline through hardship.
Reblog from humansofnewyork:
"I’m a pathologist, which means that I run the lab, and I’m continually shocked by all the unnecessary lab work that comes my way. Doctors have to find something wrong with you, because preventative measures aren’t sexy. They know that you’re more likely to appreciate them if they tell you something’s wrong, than if they tell you to stop drinking 40 oz sodas."
To extend beyond, to put ‘self’ aside— and move into almost anonymity to serve others : love others, as we draw our source from God— I believe, is the base purpose of every strand and intricate web we have been created + born into.
7 December 2013 // East London bus ride [from previous post]
Finding time between school projects to slowly develop a capsule collection (and new wardrobe) for spring/summer. Based on sentimental piecing by salvaging through my collection of fabrics + trims with a story— procured from places + moments in seasons of life that I may never return to.
This fabric was found during my time in London for study abroad last Fall, on a day I decided to take a bus towards East London (the 55 to Leyton). When we got to the last stop outside a Tesco, I hopped on another one (97 to Stratford). I fell asleep, and ended at a Westfield mall, but I turned around and decided to take one more bus, before heading home (339 to Shadwell). By the end of the ride, the sun had gone down and I stepped off the bus, into a market (Watney Market) with string lights lining the sky. It wasn’t a particularly special market, but I had to walk through it to the next bus stop, and that’s where I found the bolts of fabric for £1.20/metre. I had no sense of direction by then, but it turned out that I made some loop around East London, and only had to take two more buses (135, 388) until I arrived back home. (Oh, and the bias binding was from another trip to Shepherd’s Bush Market.) Making and wearing a memory like this, is so personal and intimate that I believe makes clothing sustainable— I wouldn’t want to throw out a memory, no matter how small the significance in proportion to outside perspectives it may be.
Details: simple closures, minimal seaming, shifting shapes.
trend direction // overgrown pleasures
Spring wakes with pastels, in vintage naturals transition to china blues + leafy hues for fall. Silhouettes flow in lush of weighty cotton, wool, tulle, crepe de chine. Luxe maintained with crisp finishes.
- via Vogue [Feb. 2014]
- via Elle [Mar. 2014]
- via Elle [Mar. 2014]
- Undercover FW 14
- Vionnet FW 14
runway photos via stylesight
go over, start again / rework + remix
Warming up on The High Line.
The process is often more fun to look at, and maybe more ‘beautiful’ in its idea-shifts, than the actual finished look. The end has always departed from my initial ideas, and I’ve realized that I should embrace, even anticipate the inevitable problem-solving, making me appreciate the final look in all its changing and forming— that much more.
I recently moved to Washington Heights. Someone always asks, “is that near Harlem”, or “is it safe?” Haha, come see for yourself.
My last apartment was in the Financial District— luxury buildings were cloned / people wore suits / starbucks on every block.
And before that, in Hell’s Kitchen— night life / slow-walking tourists / bars every block.
I’ve been here just 2 months, but the best summary I can give for now in Wash. Heights is— predominantly spanish-speaking / no-frills residential / 99 cent shops.. on.. every.. block.
My friend and I explored the WH/Inwood neighborhood and parks the past couple weekends— witnessing humble coordinations of pastel colour and brick. Not many people visit WH, there’s ‘not much’ to do here. It’s kind of a nice escape from tourists and ‘business people’. I find that I’m surrounded by plain families, and simple pleasures all around.
Mini compilation of my private writings. Though I find it commonly uncomfortable to open up and be transparent, being a Christian is never comfortable in this world. There’s a duality in which life becomes harder and easier, knowing Jesus. It’s worth it, a life incredibly more extravagant than I could plan in my own efforts, and I only hope to correspond and point to Jesus with everything I do, everything I am.
At approx. 12 p.m. every day for two weeks, I took a photo of my surroundings without trying to compromise my position (by turning around for a more attractive view for example.. this was tough). What we think we do, and what really happens often doesn’t correlate. Even if it may, a timed photo points to a detailed sweetness that would have otherwise been disregarded as mundane. 12 p.m. is a more ‘predictable’ time, as that’s when most are in class, at work, or having lunch. But maybe it’d be interesting to try this again at 7 p.m. or at specific intervals during the day (like 7 a.m., 1 p.m., 9 p.m.).
f/w 2014 - oversize / comfort / bulk / layer + layer
- The Row
- Zero + Maria Cornejo
- Maison Martin Margiela
- Creatures of Comfort
- Alexandre Herchcovitch
- Prabal Gurung
- Yigal Azrouel
photo credit: stylesight
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