First Blogging Memories

For those of you who follow me regularly, you might only know me as Stylion. What I can say is that Stylion is not exactly where my blogging started and that my previous attempts in Blogger were far less successful than they were here. Yet it might interest some of you to see what I was writing about before my love of fashion truly sped up to a ridiculous pace, and I started going to Fashion Week and following runway collections whenever the season told me to.

My previous blog, The Dernier Cri, is still up on Blogger if you would like to read more than I have put up here, but for now, let me introduce you to a younger, less experienced part of me.

My next post will be a review of the Burberry collection that was shown in London today, but I thought that it might be better to give you a slightly longer account, as well as a visual adaptation on Sparkle later on this week.

“The first weeks of September”- from September 2011

Whenever I think of school in the summer, I cannot think of anything else but study sessions with cups of coffee in Starbucks, cold evenings reading lectures in bed and note-taking, bento boxes and new clothes and books… But when it actually comes, it is like someone showing you a pair of beautiful heels and then you realise, like an idiot, that you cannot walk in them. And there is nothing worse than the feeling that you have no idea if you can live up to the required standard…
Within the first two weeks, you feel like you are under water. The workload for the whole year, the expenses, the trips, the exams… It all gets a bit too much. There is nothing more important than a good organisation, and in my school, which does IB, organization is a holy word. The teachers preach it, the students try at it, and me, I just fail at it.
For some benign reason, even after dozens of courses on ‘organising your time effectively’ and ‘how to revise the right way’, I still cannot get the hang of it. I do not know if I am the only one who just cannot seem to concentrate and focuses more on bringing out the best pieces from Net-a-porter.com, or obsessively following the blog of Garance Dore.  When you have to think about Command terms and water molecule structure in biology, your mind switches off, while psychology and case studies just cannot seem to come to you with relative ease, you start wondering if there isn’t perhaps something wrong with you.
So I decided to think about how many things I have to be on top of that are probably more than what my friends are doing. Boyfriend is one, but I will never stop doing everything I can in that region. Ever. Oh, and then there is the dogs… They like to give me hell sometimes. The family is second. A bit of a rough patch and a couple of turmoils can ruin anyone’s mood so that one was big. Internship… Wow, how do I even start there? Such a great opportunity, and such a wonderful person to work with! But still a lot of work and very little time. Then there are normal girl things- not feeling great, stress, late nights, period… The list could be endless. But I wasn’t really trying to moan, I just really wanted a way out- how to do all this without getting so caught up in everything that I would look and feel like a shadow…?

The answer was relatively simple. There is no answer! But there are little perks. The reason I want to sweep through every fashion magazine and every fashion website out there is because that is what I want to do. I love it. And no one is taking away the little pleasures I have in life. Savouring an expresso and a crumbly custard cake at my favourite cafe. Relaxing with a good book and some ramen. A massage when all the aches just get a little bit too much. Some skating or running when I have time for exercise. All those little pleasures are different for different people, but they are essential. How are we to keep up our personality if we do not do the things we love…?

Oh, and a little hint of big pleasure… Fashion. That says it all.”

I hope you have enjoyed this, and that it might help you understand what kind of a writer I was, and how in retrospective I could say I have ‘grown up’ to become what I am now.

 

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