I
Hate
Fashion
Always get your point across early, otherwise why bother?
Being colourblind, I have always struggled with things like colour co-ordination, hence the tendency to wear jeans. Let's face it, jeans work with anything. But this isn't really that much of a problem. What puzzles me is that every new phase seems to come and go so briefly, leaving no trace in history like those before us. I'm not sure the Victorians were big fans of gossiping about clothes. Recently I bought myself a checked shirt. Why do I mention this? Well I used to hate them, not seeing any appeal from them, but with their newfound popularity I felt that it was time to join in.
Surely it shouldn't matter what we wear, but we are able to just express who we really are through our image? Hence my penchant for the weird and wonderful. I suppose though that this is really what is happening because so many people get caught up in the crowd, trying to fit in. Of course I don't exclude myself from this but I like to believe that there is still a sense of individuality inside.
Despite all this, Vivienne Westwood is shit. No further qustions, it just looks plain stupid.
I recently discussed with a friend the thought of wearing fancy dress to V festival this year. Fancy dress is awesome, it gets attention to you and it allows you to slip seemlessly into character. Or to just plain fuck about...
So it seems I must begin again a quest for inner peace. Fuck it, chips for dinner.
I've had a revival in my composition skills so its been hard to stop playing instruments. I love it. I haven't had such a drive to play in so long that this just feels fantastic. I'm probably still not going to do performance when I go to univiersity (My god i want to go to Liverpool... Although Hull is also awesome) and I want to stick to the cultural side of music. But I feel it flowing again, the music in my vains.
It tingles.
