[FashionPEOPLE]…i love thee!

So I’ve come to the conclusion that the coolest people I’ve met in my life have been fashion and art (same thing) people.

I don’t write love notes…they’re ew..hehe…but consider this my love note to you guys.

Life would never had been the same if I hadn’t discover them in my kinder years. To see the world through such eyes is a blessing and a heavenly gift in its own right. You guys helped me make sense of my seeminlgy abnormal aesthetic and made me believe in the sacrity of a vision unlike many others. You guys can recall the same feelings of staring at blank walls yet invisioning a flashing array colors, themes, shape, form, and drape. Who else knows I’m not kidding when I say I reinterpret what I see every morning. I, me and you, we, wake up and feel inspired all over again in the same place we lay our heads at night…365 times in one fucking year! Drawing an elaborate cocktail dress on a napkin and throwing it into you purse is no joke when you can recall what you ate, who you were with, and which guy you were feelin when you drew it…only two years later. For us, this abl-ness has the ability to landmark our lives. When I didn’t know how to acurately express what I saw in my head my fustration messed up every relationship I had. I couldn’t share love or like…or lust *sigh* *smile* *chuckle*. How could I bring emotion out of my own body to another when I couldn’t bring out or control the flow of the feelings imprisoned by my own hands; they prevented me from being able to illustrate what I saw.

When I the people I knew had a fake sense of the art, you didn’t. And that kept and keeps me breathing! Still, people don’t know that when I’m tired of school you and I retire to the safety of the detail in Galliano’s red  dress and the comfort of a museum.

AND sometimes it really is fucking senseless…really. Cuz who cares if you know the names of all the international models…if so-and-so has high cheek bones…if some male model has a beautifully chiseled jaw…or if another artist is not being allowed to express what he loves becuase of socioeconomic conditions. 

Yet I love how we celebrate when another one of us has released our gift to the world…through music, dance, a verse, a lyric, a fashion label, an exhibit, a photograph. The public just awes…and justly so as we all know that this world would be so black and white without it’s most colorful.  

It’s so funny how I’m serious though  

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