It has been a while since writing. Maturity, I supposed. I feel quite different now, I am older and hopefully it implies a little if at all hints of wisdom. Everything is folding or rather unfolding, everything seems clearer. The speck of dust in the window is now almost gone but I don’t think I can say the same about the ones accumulating in my eyes. For we are born with it. I see that some things are not as important as I used to think they were. Everything can quickly become superficial and sad and I wonder what is the best way to live. To commit yourself to knowledge is a good way to live I suppose. And dare I say I am not referring to petty things that people now claim to be knowledge. Marketing, psychology, commerce what are those? Those are simplifications of things. An awkward attempt to understand things. Pitiful. Knowledge is knowing. And to know how we know and how we don’t know. It is to my understanding that we are helpless beings but I also understand that we are not stupid. We are stupid if we are self-righteous. If we claim things and unclaim things. If we tell people what to do. If we tell people how to live their lives. Like Jesus Christ and the likes. I have to tell myself this everyday. For I am no master of selflessness. For I too am flawed and weak and stupid. For even Kierkegaard contradicts. To embrace it is to lose. Losing in such games is not as bad I supposed. Identity is a foolish thing. Nobody knows you neither will anybody.
Wisdom on a rack
Hard Believer, First Aid Kit
Portrait of Muse
Oiran, Takahashi Yuichi
February April say hey girl whatsup long time no see
I am in the midst of so.many.things. right now I can barely breathe. Yet here I am on a social media site trying my best to be witty. As a sneak-peek into my life, let me begin with informing you wonderful motherfucks that I am currently in the school’s library, right on the 11th floor. If you see me looking sizzling hot today whilst rocking my fashion-forward oxblood red jacket, come by and say holla.
It is almost the end of the term and I cannot contain the excitement that is building up thanks to the glimpse of freedom that I shall attain in few more weeks. Freedom, in my world is not about partying ala shallow human persons or chilling on a porch doing nothing, ladies and gentlemen, but rather an opportunity for me to escape the world of academia and indulge myself into the realm of fantasy and magic, together with my imaginary artistic/hasidic friends. Hence two words: Can’t wait.
Fashion week has finally come to an end, you guys. And now we would have to wait for another 4-6 months or so till the cosmic drama hits us, again. This season was my first season of actually working for Fashion Week and eventhough I cried/cut/bruised myself along the way, I have to say that it was one of the ge-ray-tez time in my en-ta-yer life.
Fashion girls are the best kind of girls and Canadian models are incredibly easy to work with. And that’s coming from me, the one who preaches about the superficiality of humanity. Models and fashionistas gave me hope to humanity. Hence why I am in love with this shit, so much.\
Also! A very important one! My friends and I are launching a new art-blog (a blog about arts!) this summer. It’s going to be of course about fashion and paintings and sculptures and baroque music and baroque people and stuff! We have been working very very hard on this because we love arts and we want to share this with everybody! Yeah!
Until then people of the world wide webz.
Soon I’m going to be like Angelo Flaccavento.