In lew with popular belief, I did used to aspire to become a fashion designer, I wanted it to be my life. I spent the greater part of my mid teens hopeing to become a fashion designer. This is ulitimatly what brought me to New York, and apperently what brought me to my demise...
...Now obviously I don't believe that loada, but it is a theory that I play around with from time to time. I like to think about what key desicions brought me to current situations. What was the impulse, did I think about the outcome? What hindered my from sucess, what changed my mind? Looking in retrospect, I really have no desire to become a fashion designer, this was simply an enthusiastic and very femanine thirteen year old with no public schoolrooms to mold his thinking. I was allowed to let my imagination run free, and it ran into high fashion. Granted, I think I was pretty good for a thirteen year old...I would sit in my room, turn on Mogwai or Explosions in the Sky (not really "fashion" music, but we'll let it slide) and sketch clothes.
Then I would run upstairs and, in a haste, make some Ramen.
Then it was back down to my little dungeon (this is what my family called my basement room, where I spent four years).
Sometimes I would scan these images, I think I only scanned one or two, but non-the-less, I scanned em, and archived them (I will later find that Archiving would have been a crucial thing to get in the habit of doing, sadly enough, it never did, and still does not happen to this very day).
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