Photos by Micah Ramos
Don’t mind the title. I am merely trying to be creative at an ungodly hour.
Time check: 5:15 AM. It’s too early to be typing anything in front of a computer, but I am not certain when I’ll ever find another time. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any busier juggling a previous job with a fashion course, today I find myself working for an industry where sleeping is a luxury. (Trust me, how I wish I’m only exaggerating.) I just came home from taping, and right now I only want to take advantage of whatever free time I have to update this blog. *Sigh* The things I do for love. :P
To start off, what’s been keeping me busy anyway? If the term stylist was never coined, I think I’d prefer to call myself a fashion slave, or better yet, a professional juggler. In what I do, fashion is the new carbs. It’s usually served for breakfast until dinner. If need be, midnight snack even. It’s an industry where size two is the new four. Despite the lack of time and sleep, the society expects you to dress well and do your makeup properly (or at the very least, choose the right shade of lipstick). Running in heels is also an art that needs to be mastered, so don’t think anyone will give a shit about your feet. No matter how painful, the sympathy vote goes to the shoes.
Don’t get me wrong, this is not me complaining. I have always been the small town girl trying to break in to the big world of fashion. Every single day that I am overdosed with caffeine trying to stay awake, or drained from circling the mall while doing pull-outs, or about to pass out from carrying ridiculously heavy garment bags and accessory crates, I feel like I am one tiny step closer to getting there. I do have my moments when I’m about to cry, or about to give up, or an inch away from strangling somebody (lol), but this is when I try to think of all the reasons why I’ve held on to my dreams for so long.
And yet again, I realize the things I do for love. :) xx