This is
a new fashion column. It is a journey which will be beautiful, vibrant with scenic views and dramatic
trends in the fashion and ramp world. It is trendy and up to date with fashion
news, reviews, criticism, modelling news, and will have a look into boutiques
happenings.
You are
free to join the journey and deliver
commentary as we cruise along. It is named Desires. Here goes...
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| The white wedding gown that stole the show and catapulted the designer into a fashion activist |
When I started fashioning the white dress
in the picture along side there was a lot of negative vibe around it. The assignment was
meant for my final year range and I decided on this bridal dress.
Fashion has always been a part of me. So it
was not a surpise when asked on my first day at the Fashion College what it
meant to me and I said it was not passion that led me there as fashion is over-rated,
like love is.
From my childhood days I always was
fascinated by fabric and I always picked up on fabric rags left all over the
place by my mum and chopped them into anything that resembled a dress, a jacket
or any of those things. I always saw a trapped jacket or dress in these
throw-away curtains and skirts and that always got me into a lot of trouble. Now,
fast forward to tertiary level where I became obsessed with a medical degree.
When it took too long to secure a place at the medical school I entered into a
deal with God and I landed at the fashion college instead. That was in Pretoria
North. So, I didn't want to be there in the first place and again, I didn't
believe in myself or my creations. These sentiments then overflowed to the
people around me. And a design brief which went wrong for a show almost made me
quit college. We were briefed to design a garment that represented our fashion
journey. No one knew which design was mine and on the day of the show it got
disqualified by my lecturers and ridiculed by colleagues.
Now, it was in my final year and the design
was fairly complex; even the execution. Eventually, the presentation day came
and my lecturer asked us to display our dresses on mannequins with no
identifying tags. So our designs did not identify who made which garment, so
that the judging was going to fair and free. Even though no one would admit it,
I just saw they were impressed with my design although they did not know who
made it: my dress was simply an attention-stealing-showstopper. I look at it
today in awe of God's grace and plans.
So that's my story in a nutshell, hoping
you'll join me on this wonderful journey to new beginnings I call this column
Desires: where we'll teach, share, learn and grow within the science of fashion
and business: from simple life tips and
to trend-forecasts in the industry.
Till next time...
Stay fashionable
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