FLEETING MOMENTS

    And just like that, it's that time of year again. We've survived the accumulated stress that always seems to bottle up somewhere mid-December, from academic and professional deadlines, the loss of a normal sleeping pattern and self-imposed urges to do something "for the last time" in the year. Entering a new year is like opening a fresh notebook with the most pristine of white pages, eagerly awaiting to pen new stories in the darkest of inks. Even though in actual fact, other than the date, nothing much changes in the transition from December to January, there's something exhilarating about the idea of starting anew. It's human nature to crave second chances, to wipe clean their stained slates, to have a sense of rebirth and rejuvenation. To atone for the mistakes in our lives over the past twelve months, we make resolutions - New Year, New You. I for one never bother to make any for the simple fact that I know myself - I would probably think of something elaborate and unrealistic to maintain, only to disappoint myself when I break it two seconds later. Instead, the year-end holidays are a time of reflection for me. 2015 has been an exciting year, thankfully without any major hiccups, full of unbelievable opportunities that will always be cherished. Some of my highlights include starting to blog again, visiting beautiful places, meeting my many fashion heroes, attending fashion week, both in London and in Paris, getting photographed by The Sartorialist and photographing incredible women. After a turbulent and tumultuous year before, it's been an important time for self-discovery and personal growth. I'm grateful to always be surrounded...

ULTRAVIOLENCE

I’ve fallen into a lazy slump of non-creativity over the last several weeks. This is also the reason why there hasn’t been an update on here for close to a month. I’d rather put up something of quality that speaks to people, than a random outfit or travel post without substantial meaning. That’s what Instagram (and Twitter and Snapchat) are for. I’m thankful that so many things in my life continually inspire me, but these ideas and visions have been swirling in my mind without any direction. I can’t exactly pinpoint why it’s been such a struggle to express myself. Do any of you experience such creative blocks from time to time as well? I’d love to hear how you break free and move on. Maybe it has something to do with the many looming deadlines that I’m selectively choosing to ignore (only until that last-minute-panic, which we students know all too well about, kicks in), which in turn is killing my productivity on the whole. Maybe it’s because I’ve been taking up more than my allocated time to watch mindless TV shows (read: the Kardashians), resulting in a permanent state of couch potatoe-ness. Or maybe all this academic stress is finally nudging me into academic depression (it’s a real thing, guys). Whatever the underlying reason for this rut may be, it shouldn't be an excuse to turn into a digital recluse. When the road doesn't take you anywere, you have to make your own destination. Or something like that. Let's get on with this. While I'm never one for words on clothing, or even t-shirts for that matter,...
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