Fashion Lingers
Today is the last day of the month of August and I decided this early evening to write a post. I was not completely comfortable not writing for the month of August as my goal for this blog and for my spiritual blog (linked in profile) is to write at least one piece a month. But on August 10th I left the fashion industry and in so well suspected the demise of this blog, my "journey through fashion". Two or three weeks prior to leaving the fashion industry I also apparently left my boyfriend. He was the proponent behind my industry writing. All of my fashion projects outside of my style advisor job was really him propelling me, encouraging me, and giving me strength to be more than an employee just doing my time, but to study, apply, be informative, and influence others.
I will be moving into my fourth week in a new job that is such a fringe industry I don't even want to describe for it is not important at this time and in this fashion. Pun intended. But I do miss working with fashion. The thing about it is there is an elitism to it and though I in no way was buying designer pieces other than the one-offs I would find by chance having worked with the merchandise, the romanticism of being surrounded by beauty gave me a confidence that I fear losing in my new career. There are so many nuances in fashion that the naked eye cannot see but that the cultivated mind can perceive, from the way make-up is applied to the type of earring that is worn to the wash of a pair of denim to the width of a heel that are all sacred and only discerned by the knowing practitioner.
And now that I am no longer practicing fashion along with my little baby blog maybe dying, and my Twitter account completely revamped, I feel melancholic of leaving this world of refinement and imagination. It is a commitment to keep up with fashion. As Diane Von furstenberg said, "Style is something that each of us already has. All we need to do is find it." I am truly not sure I will have the time to commit and learn, especially since my inspiration was from the twenty-somethings who I worked with, learning about trends simply through their examples.
That all said, I still got my August piece out which I find quite surprising to be honest, and I still have friends in high(end) places. Maybe my journey through fashion is merely at a fork, and not a dead end. Fashion Week (which is really fashion month spanning four countries in world-class cities) begins in less than a week, and I do find this serendipitous to say the least. Not having the standard body or wallet size, fashion can be nothing short of alienating, ostracizing, and downright depressing. But when the shoe fits, the pearl shines, and blush highlights in just the right places, is it ever divine.
I will be moving into my fourth week in a new job that is such a fringe industry I don't even want to describe for it is not important at this time and in this fashion. Pun intended. But I do miss working with fashion. The thing about it is there is an elitism to it and though I in no way was buying designer pieces other than the one-offs I would find by chance having worked with the merchandise, the romanticism of being surrounded by beauty gave me a confidence that I fear losing in my new career. There are so many nuances in fashion that the naked eye cannot see but that the cultivated mind can perceive, from the way make-up is applied to the type of earring that is worn to the wash of a pair of denim to the width of a heel that are all sacred and only discerned by the knowing practitioner.
And now that I am no longer practicing fashion along with my little baby blog maybe dying, and my Twitter account completely revamped, I feel melancholic of leaving this world of refinement and imagination. It is a commitment to keep up with fashion. As Diane Von furstenberg said, "Style is something that each of us already has. All we need to do is find it." I am truly not sure I will have the time to commit and learn, especially since my inspiration was from the twenty-somethings who I worked with, learning about trends simply through their examples.
That all said, I still got my August piece out which I find quite surprising to be honest, and I still have friends in high(end) places. Maybe my journey through fashion is merely at a fork, and not a dead end. Fashion Week (which is really fashion month spanning four countries in world-class cities) begins in less than a week, and I do find this serendipitous to say the least. Not having the standard body or wallet size, fashion can be nothing short of alienating, ostracizing, and downright depressing. But when the shoe fits, the pearl shines, and blush highlights in just the right places, is it ever divine.
 |
| Luncheonette By Carylann Loeppky |
Comments
Post a Comment