Cardigan, Topshop. Tee, Kain. Jeans, B.D.G. Boots, YSL Homme. Hat, vintage. Bag, Balenciaga.
I have been in non-stop travel mode since mid-summer, searching for adventures that point to signs of magic in everyday life. Why not? If all life is about is work and bills, and pleasing other people, well, that most certainly takes the magic out of it doesn't it? Remember when you were a kid, before school, before all the social consciousness stuff seeped in; we believed in magic, and in ourselves. People that know me well all know one thing; that I really don't care about outside opinions of any kind. What I do, I do because it makes me happy, and at the end of the day I know that I have really lived, and that I most certainly didn't do it for anyone else. My job is traveling around the world taking pictures and writing about my escapades, meeting amazing people every day, and sometimes getting my picture taken and wearing pretty things--of course I'm going to have people that want to criticize it, I'm living my dreams. Nothing has ever stopped me from dreaming, and most of my greatest, and what many other people called
unachievable dreams have already long come true. There were those people that wanted to lessen it along the way, we all have had those people in our lives at one period or another, it should never stop us, if anything, it should motivate us. It seems like having haters means you're doing something right nowadays. Those people have grand dreams too, they just let fear and doubt about themselves get in the way of their happiness, so instead of getting on the path to realizing their own dreams, they stay in a place they deem safe, and from that self-appointed throne, they discharge their lack-filled opinions and energy to everyone else because they don't think they can go out and do it themselves. Having a website and putting yourself in the public eye will bring out all sorts of monsters, it trickles all the way down to blogging. Being even a small part of the fashion world seems to mean you will be judged on every facet of your being, and everyone thinks they should have an opinion on what you're doing. That's fine by me, if it's entertaining, why not? People want to hate you because you are young, old, fat, skinny, your hair is great, your hair is horrible, you're so pretty, you're so ugly, and so on--just know that outside opinions of the negative nature usually come from a horribly jealous place that only brings harm and bad energy to the one dishing it out. It is so laughable that someone would negatively comment on another persons appearance, because it is their appearance, it has zero effect on other people, and really, how long are we really going to play the high school/
Mean Girls act that really is so transparent? It's funny because all those outside things are separate from what we really are, including this body that we're in, it's as separate as the clothes we choose to wear; it's all a big costume--maybe that's why I choose to wear so many different ones, because none of them are really ever going to be "me," are they?
