Everyone has a time in their lives or point in the year where you just wish you could hibernate, mine is between the months of November and January. Sadly, it doesn't look like this years January is going to be any different.
I don't want to put you all on a downer or come across as some huge depressent, however, I am going to share a little bit more about myself and explain why I am no fan of the winter months.
My interest in fashion was born around 5 years ago, I met a boy who really opened my eyes and helped me to find who I was as a person. In 2008 the most awful situation occured and I am sorry to say, my dear friend, who I felt so fond of and could have told anything too in the world, the comfort blanket in my life, commited suicide totally unexpectedly. His anniversary is at the beginning of each November.
Anyway, his relevance to fashion is this. What I remember most is that he always wore black pinstriped trousers. I was going threw a Tim Burton worshipping phase at the time too which did not help, but anyway, his black and white trousers more or less inspire the way I dress and design almost everyday. Black and white is the perfect combination in my eyes, a bit like chocolate sauce on belgian waffles; it's just a match made in heaven!! This boy, who's name is Nigel by the way, is a huge part of my life jigsaw puzzle.
If you ever are like me, and have the odd bad day or something like winter blues my advice is to never give up, when I was really ill with manic depression a couple of years ago, Vogue is something I used to occupy myself with, reading it in the waiting room of my therapist sort of sparked an interest, fashion made me feel normal and happier again. Whenever I read Vogue, I think of how ill I was, and Nigel etc. and it makes me realise how lucky I am and reminds me of all the times I would go and see Nigel and we'd flick threw pages together and forget the world. He always told me I had a natural talent when it came to fashion and good style and no matter what happened I was not aloud to give up on my dreams, he knew I never stuck to anything far too well!!!
After he died, I spent a long time just hating the world and everyone in it, even fashion! Which was pretty intense for someone as young as I was. The only thing I had left were the memories, memories of flicking threw the pages of Vogue, talking about our future and how the smallest things can change it forever, ironic really. But these are all the things that whenever I am down or don't know what I want I think about, and it reminds me that no matter how bad things get, there is always someone watching you to remind you that it can only get better... Just like fashion! sometimes it fades for a while, but the good style always remains and will only get better.
Thank you Nigel. I hope this little story inspires others just like you inspire me.
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