Have you ever thought you loved someone who you knew was no good for you or that you could not have, yet you still think about them constantly? How do you make that go away?
bah.
you make yourself so hard to forget, so easy to remember.

saddam.

For the love of fashion

Fashion. Fashion. Fashion. Why is the world of fashion so captivating? Is it the glamorous lifestyle? The creative expression? The universality? The agelessness? I am not a fan of talking about fashion openly. I feel like it can be a vain, if not pointless, topic that only airheads talk about from time to time. There are so many other more pressing and important issues to be discussed in today's world, whether it be history, the present, the future, medicine, politics, etc. However, I must admit that I am attracted to this interesting world filled with beauty, originality, and imagination. 

This past summer when I was in India, I picked up a copy of Vogue India. I had rarely seen Indians like myself represented in fashion or mass media before. I never needed nor particularly wanted a model to bear the same skin tone or similar features as myself. I have been content in my own skin and understand that fashion transcends race/ethnicity/skincolor simply because clothes and accessories of any designer can theoretically be worn by anyone. I was surprised to find that I was inspired and excited to see women I could relate to on the glossy printed pages of one of the most famous magazines in the world. 

Beyond its universality, I am further intrigued by the sheer beauty of it all. Fashion is one of those few areas in which you can make a public statement, express your creativity, or formulate a piece of art. What you wear can shape the way that other people perceive you and how you feel about yourself. See The Sartorialist or Chictopia. Both sites give fashion inspiration and show different looks that really define the wearers personality. As for the piece of art? Tell me this is not beautiful.

Anyway. I like it. :]