I, for one, is a bit over-dramatic when the subject comes to
fashion. Fashion is like a your aura, it's what you breathe in and out. And I am one of those people who do fashion, wear fashion and live fashion. You might be wondering, why a thirteen-year-old girl is right here, blabbering about fashion, if you must know then I thought a good blog would come in handy as my diary, my fashion diary that is.
I first thought that having a blog was troublesome, it was like an added weight to your package. But then I started to research more and I thought it would be nice to at least give it a try. And so I did. Here am I now, talking about the nonsense of shoes, dresses, skirts, pants... etc. But that would be the latter part. In this first part, I will introduce myself.
First of all, I would like to say that my full age is thirteen, incoming fourteen in a couple of days. But do ignore that. I would also like you to know that my name is Beatrice Redor, I am young and I have a fiery passion for fashion. I love all the brands, but still I am young and I am, empty-pocketed. I don't have any money, yet I do have high dreams that someday, maybe I'll have that enough money to buy the things I want. But not to over-spoil myself, but to get out of this house in style.
My dream, overall of these things I've said, is to be part of the fashion industry. And that is to be a fashion photographer and be the best I can to shoot a woman in a dress and a man in a suit. Second is to be a model. Modeling was my original plan, but of course I needed a job to fall me back on and, like what I've said before, is to be a photographer. After a few years of my photography, my aim was to be, of course, a model. I've always thought that models were skinny, anorexic, smokers, but some were the really good kind of model. And I guess that's what inspired me.
My third dream, and this is just a guess or a tryout, is to be a fashion designer. Ones that will be big like, Chanel, Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana or Louis Vuitton. But sadly, I never learned how to draw. I've got the ideal outfit in my head and yet my hand couldn't have the courage to at least draw the design correctly. It somehow ended in a scribbly mess and I couldn't resist my temper. So maybe my third wouldn't be a blast if I couldn't learn to draw. I could ask help from my dad, but I don't think I'll pick it up easily.
Fashion, from my point of view, is also a work of art. Have you ever thought that creating a painting would need three things? The painter, the model object, and the paint and paintbrush.The painter represents the professional photographer, he would be the one capture the emotions, the feeling of the one he is capturing. The model object, represents, of course, nonetheless the model in person. The one who'll be showing the emotion, bringing the beauty and splendor of its maleficent body of work. And lastly, the paint and the paintbrush. They represent the fashion designer. So, did you ever think a dress is not a dress without its sketch and color? Imagine this, a beautiful wavy skirt and a lovely blouse to top it off, beautiful ain't it? But imagine it without color and its borderlines and stitches. It looks absolutely lifeless. Just a plain skirt and a damned blouse, colorless. Now that's how I define, BORING. And now comes the fashion designer, she brings the color, the borders to go with it and the stitches to add the final touch. Now that is something that would catch my eye.
I think I've told you enough about myself, knowing that you have the simplest idea in my point of view what fashion is. And I think you'll know for now that thirteen-year-old girls don't party all night and laze around in facebook all the time. Well, anyways... I guess its time for me to get to my midnight snack.
