So lately I’ve been thinking a lot about defining moments, moments that have put an impression on what I’m drawn to aesthetically. We all have our moments and I thought it would be a fun idea to share one of mine. I guess it’s also sort of a way for myself to investigate deeper into my own style, or the way I think in terms of styling and creative expressions, not specifically the way I dress myself. Sometimes it’s just the simplest things, and this is just one of those. The other day when looking through the resort collections more thoroughly I found myself drawn to the recurring elements of gold. Now, this is no surprice, as I always had a thing for bling. Why? For one, Michael Jackson has always been a huge style influence to me beacuse, well, he’s awesome and we all know he too had a thing for the glamourness of sparkle and shine. It’s safe to say that concert on his Dangerous tour in ’92 has played a part of my fascination for those mesmerizing metallics. But it’s something more that that. As a 4 year old I got this little piece of fool’s gold. Yes, fool’s gold. I could stare at it for hours (I really could), studying how the light got reflected when hitting different parts of it’s rocky surface. It wasn’t just the actual stone, it was also what you saw in the reflections that fascinated me. Before going to sleep I hid it in a secret pocket in my teddy bear that was orginially there to provide space for a plastic “pounding heart”. In some way I thought I gave him a soul instead. Everytime I was on an new adventure, my parents had a fight, something made me sad, disapointed or scared I held on to that stone. It gave me comfort but more than that it gave me hope and that hope turned into believe which turned into confidence. It gave me power, power that no one could see. Confidence is something very important for me when I work, it’s always a part of the attitude I want to convey where the clothes are my tool. And let me add, attitude doesn’t necessarily mean bad attitude, at least not for me. It’s not always about being kocky, angry or rude. It’s an approach which is much more diverse than that. I guess this is where the fascination for those sparkling metallics (and probably also angular shapes) comes in. I relate it to to feeling empowered and undeniable confidence, that confidence that in many ways shaped me and my own aesthetics .
I know, I liked gold as a child, holy mother of god! I mean what kid doesn’t? But this is just my way of trying to put emotions and visual expressions into words. As mentioned before, sometimes the simplest thing can be enough to get your mind running. Now I shared one of my moments, how about you share yours?