As a child I would gather my moms clothes and lay them out for her in matching set outfits of 3.
With shoes alongside every set.
Who would have thought 20 years later I would get a degree in fashion design.
Through trials and.error.efforts. and struggling her I am now.
A 15 year dream a 5 year reality and still there is struggles to keep alive in a saturated world of designers.
I struggle with the decline of passion, I see lazy done commercials that dumb down...instead of inform.
I see stick figures that are of no quality equal to cave dwellings art.
In such a "Future" time then why does everything apart from machines seem so prehistoric.
And why do we waste so many fossil fuels if we are not creating master pieces equivalent to what we rape?
I don't have the answers but I do have a style brewing that is.unseen.
Unseen. Even by my own minds eye.
Thus, style is comings fourth.
Wait and see...
LKCP2KXIII
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