Goodbye Summer

The weather has taken a severe turn for the worst. I blame my flatmate – she came back from a long holiday and clearly something she did has unbalanced the karmic universe’s thermostat.

Although I must admit my Dr Martins have been out all summer, I tried my very best today to squeeze an extra pair of socks inside them (cream Topshop ones with fluorescent parrots embroidered on). This however did little to shift the chill that has followed me around for a good few days and seems near unshakeable - The days where I look forward to getting on the tube to warm up, rush hour or no rush hour, are fast approaching. The anticipation of getting out of the cold will soon strongly overrule my dislike of people staring at my face-dots or holey tights.

My wardrobe however is excited. Very excited. Because with the cold comes LAYERS. And my love for layering knows no bounds. My fur coat is itching to escape from its confines…

I am definitely an advocate for the man shirt. I pulled one out from the back of the pile for the first time the other day and put it on – full sleeves and all. It felt great. Not only baggy but with a short-sleeved jumper over the top? Heaven.  
Excited to spend some time at home and with my ponies and soak up the last few days of luke-warm sun before sleet and the new academic term hits us in the face.

... London Fashion Week post to follow.

Tee - Uniqlo
Hoodie - Reebok
Jods - Harry Hall

Hide and Seek Alone

Hide and Seek Alone is the title of my most recent Uni project. I have included photos of  my work - roughs and finals - and my creative writing that goes along side it.  This project explores a recurring theme in my work: The idea that everyone is made up of three beings, You, your other Self and your inner child. It's also the project that I named the blog after - I'm all three of these people most of the time!

Run

Hide

Darkness

Disorientation.

You are alone.

Alone with your self.

Come out Come out.

A vulnerable mind shatters

You are hidden but you are always found.

There is no place to hide from your self.

When forced to take up the role of hider and seeker in a game once made for children, a much darker, more dangerous play ensues and hiding places are scarce.

My concept forces the hider self to be cunning. They must fabricate hiding places within themselves, within their own mind. These cavernous hollows envelop the wearer and overhanging branches dangle in front of tired eyes. But between these strands of protection, vulnerable skin can still be seen and the hider Self must run on.

Gaping chasms appear. Spaces that once provided shelter now morph into restraints, confining limbs and concealing faces.  The seeker self will always have the advantage.

There is a both a lack of control and total control in equal measure.

In the same mind and body, the hider and seeker are forced continually to fight against each other for a freedom they can ultimately only achieve by destroying the other.

Only in this final game of hide and seek will the true self be found.