Back from an unbelievable weekend in Palm Springs. Led me to remember the craziness that happens in the blazing desert. Really good to be there again, with new energy.
Been missing in action for a minute. Kind of need a period of time for personal discoveries. Sometimes we don't know what we want until its gone. But then if given the opportunity to get it back, would we want it anyway? So we find ourselves in between fantastic memories and rationality.
This is going to be me pouring out all those words that have been stuck on my mind. Inspiration, in general, has been lacking. Seeing the same things worn the same ways over and over again is tiring me. There used to be some novelty in fashion for me, but individuality seems to have succumbed to mass production. How do we expel our creativity without getting distracted? I feel like people paint portraits of themselves by borrowing other people's medium. Not to say that its a bad thing to be collective. Just that at some point, things that were once original are now compromised. I've come a long way. Self-discovery was rough. And finding an identity that really fitted me was rougher. But I think I've figured it out finally. Best way to give the middle finger to society is to make something up yourself. Dressing like boys who dress like girls who dress like boys. Swag.
