it's been my dream for a number of years to be a fashion designer. i can't say why i like it so much...it's not like im a particularly fashionable person (especially since i started art school--it's just not worth getting up an extra 15 minutes early), nor am i any good at sewing or pattern drafting or anything 3D oriented. but when i flip through a really good fashion magazine or look at runway pictures from my favourite designers or walk in the designer sections of department stores or vintage shops...i just get lost. hours can go by and i wont notice. it's like meditation. i start looking and thinking about clothes, and i forget about anything else.
but feasibly, it's one of those childhood things like wishing to be a fireman or an astronaut: something that never actually happens.
and while it's still my dream, i'm not gonna lie and say i haven't been having doubts since i got to school. am i good enough? can i actually make it in that industry? will i enjoy it? should i go into illustration instead?
most of my insecurities come from other people. that is, other people telling me that they think it's not the right path for me, that i'm good at it or just better at other things, cautioning me on the impenetrability of the industry...and it gets me scared, and nervous. sometimes it seems like this is all i can think about.
at those times, i go shopping. i start looking and thinking about clothes, and i forget about anything else.
and then come things like this, which just remind me that i'm right, i'm okay, this is what i want to do...
i love you all. i can't even express how happy i am right now. thank you, thank you.
and special thanks to *anotherphilip
sometimes you need a little reminder that, really, you know what you're doing...
and, truly, you're doing fine.
and, yeah, it was my birthday two days ago. couldn't ask for a better present, haha.