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a) RISD '09! I have emailed/messaged/called so many people in such a short amount of time i think i am going to die of amazement, seeing that i am usually so bad at communication. i am really excited- wing is going to be an art student wing is going to be an art student!
In establishing this, and that I already AM, I realised that my whole original fashionista phase that developed immediately post-risd was a statement to prove to others that i was obviously passionate about art. and well, i guess it worked. voted most 'retro' and known as the 'artist in residence' as Tejas reflected to me a while ago. fashion is not my thing, but i think i used it as a tool to prove to the public, as well as myself, that ART is my thing...maybe because i wasn't entirely sure myself. but this year i have developed the most artistically than i ever have in my life, even post-risd. the more time passed by, the farther away risd got, and the more i plunged myself in self-directed art, the more forced the whole fashion thing became. art is where i am now, definitely. and i think the risd acceptance proved my passion more than any clothing, 'artist' label, and any word of peers/teachers could. i can't force fashion now. because i don't want to, i don't need to. hooray for having been foolish and then not!
b) i called celest the other night. best friend from peru, whose lost friendship devastated me this year. last week i fwd'd her an old email between us - a list of reasons why we were twins, in grade 10 - and she replied with a sad, sad email about how she misses me. wishes i were there to call, how she has no friends. how she's not over her ED. and yet, it was sweet. because what had hurt me the most about our lost friendship was the absence of such emails - signs that she didn't depend on me anymore, or that she had detached herself from me. so i called her; and we reconnected. it was amazing.
i know its horrible at the same time that i want her to depend on me. that's horrible beyond horrible. and i can't even justify it. i just missed her, and being there for her. i haven't had a friend likeher since. but it felt beautiful to talk to her again, heart to heart, and i wish i were still there.
c) on a superficial note: i read an article on vancouver teenage girl styles and how they attached their identities to their clothing. it was interesting, for reasons in point a), until the journalist concluded that highschool girls either have the similar-but-different 'britney' look or 'J.Lo' look, both of which tread the 'fine line of "skanky" and "slutty."' can i say WTF!!?
In establishing this, and that I already AM, I realised that my whole original fashionista phase that developed immediately post-risd was a statement to prove to others that i was obviously passionate about art. and well, i guess it worked. voted most 'retro' and known as the 'artist in residence' as Tejas reflected to me a while ago. fashion is not my thing, but i think i used it as a tool to prove to the public, as well as myself, that ART is my thing...maybe because i wasn't entirely sure myself. but this year i have developed the most artistically than i ever have in my life, even post-risd. the more time passed by, the farther away risd got, and the more i plunged myself in self-directed art, the more forced the whole fashion thing became. art is where i am now, definitely. and i think the risd acceptance proved my passion more than any clothing, 'artist' label, and any word of peers/teachers could. i can't force fashion now. because i don't want to, i don't need to. hooray for having been foolish and then not!
b) i called celest the other night. best friend from peru, whose lost friendship devastated me this year. last week i fwd'd her an old email between us - a list of reasons why we were twins, in grade 10 - and she replied with a sad, sad email about how she misses me. wishes i were there to call, how she has no friends. how she's not over her ED. and yet, it was sweet. because what had hurt me the most about our lost friendship was the absence of such emails - signs that she didn't depend on me anymore, or that she had detached herself from me. so i called her; and we reconnected. it was amazing.
i know its horrible at the same time that i want her to depend on me. that's horrible beyond horrible. and i can't even justify it. i just missed her, and being there for her. i haven't had a friend likeher since. but it felt beautiful to talk to her again, heart to heart, and i wish i were still there.
c) on a superficial note: i read an article on vancouver teenage girl styles and how they attached their identities to their clothing. it was interesting, for reasons in point a), until the journalist concluded that highschool girls either have the similar-but-different 'britney' look or 'J.Lo' look, both of which tread the 'fine line of "skanky" and "slutty."' can i say WTF!!?