Last week Anonymous left a comment asking me to answer a few questions regarding myself right now. Anonymous, just so you know, I would love to know your name. But alas, I'll write.
I have fallen out of love with the fashion industry a little. I think that perhaps it has disappointed me a little bit. When I went to New York for the bloggers' conference I anticipated returning to Toronto motivated and completely refreshed, and returned down trodden and uninspired.
And those feelings soon translated to the industry and how I looked at it. I am so sick of trends, and being bombarded in stores by studs, and neon, and the peplum all over the place. Then I got sick of looking at pictures of myself in the same poses again and again; and considering that I had made these outfit posts the focus of my posting it became more of a task to post things that I believed in, that I took seriously.
What got me started blogging was the interest I had in the world of fashion, and how idealistic it seemed and at the same time how out of reach. Studying it whilst writing about it gave me ample motivation, to put my thoughts out there, but what exposure does to you at the same time as giving you more reasons to love something, it allows you to see things that you don't really like about it. Now I'm not quite sure what I'll blog about, when I'll blog, I hope I can think stuff up that I believe in again, but it won't be the world's end if I don't.
So where do I intend on going now? I am not quite sure, and I am slowly trying to accept that. I do think I am finished with fashion business in school for now--something in me tells me its time to move on, and I adamantly believe in following my gut. I have considered journalism and business management at Ryerson University as next moves, but I suppose only time will tell. I know whatever I choose I'll succeed at, and as soon as I choose something, I'll let the blogosphere know.
I have fallen out of love with the fashion industry a little. I think that perhaps it has disappointed me a little bit. When I went to New York for the bloggers' conference I anticipated returning to Toronto motivated and completely refreshed, and returned down trodden and uninspired.
And those feelings soon translated to the industry and how I looked at it. I am so sick of trends, and being bombarded in stores by studs, and neon, and the peplum all over the place. Then I got sick of looking at pictures of myself in the same poses again and again; and considering that I had made these outfit posts the focus of my posting it became more of a task to post things that I believed in, that I took seriously.
What got me started blogging was the interest I had in the world of fashion, and how idealistic it seemed and at the same time how out of reach. Studying it whilst writing about it gave me ample motivation, to put my thoughts out there, but what exposure does to you at the same time as giving you more reasons to love something, it allows you to see things that you don't really like about it. Now I'm not quite sure what I'll blog about, when I'll blog, I hope I can think stuff up that I believe in again, but it won't be the world's end if I don't.
So where do I intend on going now? I am not quite sure, and I am slowly trying to accept that. I do think I am finished with fashion business in school for now--something in me tells me its time to move on, and I adamantly believe in following my gut. I have considered journalism and business management at Ryerson University as next moves, but I suppose only time will tell. I know whatever I choose I'll succeed at, and as soon as I choose something, I'll let the blogosphere know.
