I'm not quite sure what is stranger, my resistance to blogs or the fact that they are a modern validation of opinion...
What it comes down to is our depravity of individuality. Cross cultural connection is wonderful, but the down side of overexposure is the lost of sacredness...that's obvious, and the kix-mom-approved way of saying we all look the fucking same (question: can one curse on a blog? This is a good way to find out).
Back to ze point: Live journal- Myspace-facebook-youtube-twitter-blogs are all methods of showcasing yourself and proving that other people care to read watch or listen to every painstaking thing we think. This was my resistance. I think plenty, but I never saw the point of throwing it up on the internet and waiting to see who mops it up. But an obvious peace has been made, and here I am.
With that being said, I will give the proper hat tilt and introduction to my whole schtick:
I am the designer of my world. My college label is Parsons graduate, BFA Fashion designer, but my passion for art, fashion and thought go far beyond the over sized diploma (which I have yet to open).
Fashion is like the stem cell of Art. Just as the mind it balances several difference disciplines and images.
It is living, breathing transforming art. The body decorations that define and absorbed the experiences of your life.
It maybe hard to consider this when you step through the thresh hold of H&M , but those companies are just evidence of desire. Everyone wants a piece of the pie, even if people in fashion pretend that they don't eat it...(I , on the other hand, happen to fucking love pie)
To conclude this introduction, This blog will be my perception of the world , wearing fashion tinted glasses.
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