I had the opportunity to attend New York Fashion Week recently. 

If you know me or this blog, it's been a very long time coming. Ok, maybe like two years but it was a pleasant surprise to receive my first real invite to any fashion show during fashion week on this side of the continent***. I felt truly special as NYFW seems to set out to make one feel, with the stark scent of exclusivity. But I also knew immediately I couldn't let the opportunity pass me by. It was practically divine. On the very day I looked up the dates for this season's Fashion Week shows after a rant about its stagnant development to my dear friend, I receive a show invite from Yuna Yang mere hours later. I knew something larger was at play, so I jumped.

Yuna Yang 


Entering from the End || On ALL NIGHT of LEMONADE by B

I am listening to “All Night” and I am in tears. I am crying from the inside-out. There is no flood, just pain (and healing *rolling eye emoji).



Since the beginning of time...
...whenever that begins for you, life was constructed on a series of choices. Whether in your world Adam had the choice to eat an apple from Eve (Steve? Ada & Eve?), or humans had the choice to dominate their sibling and now deemed lesser than animal counterpart, there is choice. There are decisions being made. During this all too weird, blissful, tiring, and necessary month off from my academic programming and work position, I had time to meditate and reflect, leading me here, to this poignant positioning of choice, will, and decisions as a forefront idea in these coming months.

There is much space for me to be angry. So much space to feel frustrated, and much space to blame others. However, that is too easy. I can also choose to reflect inward, adjusting my own self, my own anger, my own frustrations, and assuming blame for my own behaviour. Of course the world combusts around us with billions trying to navigate it all at once, so this perspective is a fleeting one, not fixed. There are many factors in much of what happens around me, however, I can only control my own reaction, my own decisions, my own choices. Therefore, I channel that frustration inward seeking positively to do something with it. Which is not simply "doing something positive" as we can do many seemingly "positive things" that we bear no responsible to or real stake in. In a way, I am owning up to many own fears (again), and connecting the very real dots as to who I truly am: an insecure, scared, doubtful child who has to overcome fear itself in order to live and not die, a person who fights to their death to maintain optimism in order to not crumble and fall before her time, a beautiful soul being gradually freed of her false sense of limitations. I take this quite seriously as I believe these decisions I make are literally a matter of life and death.


VIDEO FASHION: Fashion Mediation +

Writing this not knowing where it will end but I think I am served best letting go of the many things I hold on to in my mind.