Fashion
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Women are conditioned to dress like prey. High heels, uncomfortable and impractical to wear, are designed subconsciously to imitate the hooves of grazing animals like deer. Women are to be like earth.
My cart stopped.
I loosened my grip on the handle.
There before me was the most beautiful blue sweater hanging on the rack.
Then it wasn't.
Who was this random woman stealing my joy?
Waiting.
A liquid asset currently in my safe.
In bullet form it can kill a werewolf.
He who has the desired personality type women want.
The color one’s hair turns with age/stress.
I thought I saw a sparkle
A sparkle in your hair
And for, just for one second
I thought just you were there
But then I saw your mirror
Your two, your three, your four
And so you fade to nothing
"Offstep"
What does it mean to stand out?
To be that one person in a mass of thousands,
one step behind while everyone is two steps ahead,
to feel the wrinkles of your shirt ripple against your chest
Attention shoppers,
Please ignore the mess you've made all over the world.
Not just you, brands too.
The mess caused by the masses is nothing to worry about.
The Vulva Dress puts the notion of opening conversation and normalizing the vulva through fashion. The intentions for the piece was to strip down the functionality of the dress to completely focus on the folds of the vulva.
Like summer cockroaches
they come out hot & defiant -
scattering swiftly in all directions.
Breaking free
from decency
dear blue jeans,
let me explain.
i know this time has been difficult for you—
you, punctual and monotoned,
ten years with a dusty crooked-smile contractor
who wore you like the period
Rapunzel was alone most days and most nights
She grew sad and felt no meaning was meant for her
Her golden hair grew long and luscious
Her once bright purple dress turned cold and frail
Once upon a time, there was a young black man named Marcus. Marcus grew up just wanting to be the best he could possibly be, to make his parents proud and to help end all of their struggles. Marcus dream job was to become the next Tinker Hatfield,
Who am I?
I am the starving artist.
I am what I create.
I am the idea,
the draft,
the rendered piece,
the carefully calculated patterns,
the fabric meticulously selected,
I am me
From my head
To my toes
I am the universe
But I am very small
I am my culture
But I am different
I am bisexual
But I am not confused
I am a friend
Wily charms of erected façades placatethe dissimulated crowds of unreasonabilitywaiting to laud falsity to heights unwarrantedwithin this impossible dream-of-a-life covered by
In cold varietal fashionWith stone-faced disregardShe sashays the runway of hungry eyesWith a made up heartAnd painted faceExposed to all in frilly laceThe cover under where she'll hide
Fossil fashions,The relics of yesterday,I dig through my drawers.TV, radio, papers, people,A thousand words a second,A downpour floods my garden.The sun shines on all,
Fashion.
Fashion is a dream.
Fashion is a fairytale wedding sewed at the seam.
Fashion.
Fashion is not hard to achieve.
Fashion is full of creativity that one's mind will concieve.
Bump, bump, bump, the needle goes.
Stitch after stitch; they form a row.
Two pieces of fabric sewn to make a seam.
Sew, pull, cut; it becomes a routine.
Hard work and imagination you need
Everyone believes that filters make themselve look better
No one looks at the true beauty behind the big bulky sweater
I am more than a genetically modified organismThat was constructed for scientific research.
My love for fashion wildly grows,
For everytime I walk into a store
I cannot help, but buy more clothes;
I shop, and shop until I snore.
Blouses, skirts, and pants alike,
i hide behind a mask
So I could hide my tear
Soo that peole can't see my emotions
I make sure that no one can jude me
My sexuality is what hide the most from everyone
If you're in it
Then own it.
Every facet
Every detail
Every store tag
Sale or retail
If you bought it
Then own it.
And not just the poppin' collar
It is not a particularly taxing question
Nor is it a question I can easily formulate a response
The obvious answer to this question is that I find it chic,
But there is more to it than that
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Are the standards of today a consensus?
Does everyone really agree as to
What's out and what's in
Glamour versus sin
Too fat versus too thin?
The steady hum ,
the consistent stitching.
What seems to have been a million parts is now
One.
It slips over a form,
curves and drapes and ruches.
From sketch to sculpture,
garments become art.
Bright Lights shining over a long catwalk
Models strut the latest to the latest
For the latest
Fads and trends and worldwide blends
Shopping--It's not just a hobby.
Interest in fashion can be turned into a career
Lucky me--being creative is why I've been put here.
Yet I've realized business should be part of my path
Design, align, refine, divine. I want to feel so alive and create new lives and free old minds. I want to be the creator, the innovator, the elevator of people's personal style and self esteem.
I bet you anything
That no one would say
That one day
The wish to work for a job with no pay.
Let me just tell you
I would.
What's money anyway?
Its just a way
what MY dream job means to MEMY dream job in America no one takes seriousy
What’s it called when you work hours on end?
Yet every minute seems worth wild
I think it’s the same thing that makes me smile
That phrase “If you love what you’re doing then you’ll never work a day in your life”
From the time I was small, I was obsessed with the mall,In pre-school, I cared what I wore.I laid all my clothes on the bed every day,They had to be pressed, that’s for sure.
The mirror before her
Shows different from the view within.
Stiches sewn along her two lips
I see her bloody outcry.
Black blue and purple covering her pale white flesh
The men over sea are following their dreams, fighting for us and helping us be free.
One day my love will go with to join the fight, and I'll be left behind wondering where I belong in the strife.
When I look
at their faces,
Drenched in perfection,
When I flip the pages,
I look into their eyes,
like they're masked in disguise,
they look so ideal,
This cannot be real,
I wanted glory and I wanted fameI wanted everyone to know my nameI needed power, I wanted prestige
I am insane.
Accept it or not.
I am not the type to change just for any person.
So don’t even try,
Because I will never alter.
Fashion design, what I was born to do
Sketch and design is what interests me most
But styling and selling suits me too
Fashion shows, I would like to be the host
As i stand there contemplating
I see my life slowing fadding.
I could go to the left with my friends
or go to the right where my future attends.
I understand that friends with always be there
A light breeze brushing my cheek,
Turning my face rosy.
Leaves falling from the trees
Into my long, blonde hair.
Taking step after step
Onto the concrete path.
A sip so strong
It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set aside only the best and most hopeful of the pieces.
I love fashion because it is like an extension of my personality and what kind of mood I'm in. It can invite people in and show the softer side of me. Our choice of clothes represent inner desires and emotions which we want to show or hide too.
The first time I laid eyes on you
I knew we were bound to be together
You're so different from the rest
I feel like you express who I am
I'm so very fortunate to have you
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I want those heels-
Those sparkling, silver heels-
With shanks so long that I could stab someone with those heels,
My skin hangs weightlessly off my bones,
like an old shirt on a clothes hanger.
My stomach feels no hunger,
it no longer knows what hunger is.
They're soft
they're stretchy
sometimes made out of mesh
you can always find one on my head
they line my walls
leaving a rainbow
they speak to me
to choose them
they want to be worn
