Well, it finally happened. I've up and left Big Green for well, greener pastures...and I seem to have landed smack dab in the middle of the fashion industry. I'm working with a company creating a truly unique platform for modelling. I won't go into it in detail here, but I feel like a fish out of water with all these glamorous fashion types.
I've been asked, no doubt due to my lack of fashion know how to blog about my journey into fashion.
That blog, 'Fashion on a Tangent' can be found here .
Below was my intro post, discussing my experiences with my younger sister in the fashion world.
Part two to follow.
Becoming
I never saw myself as working in the fashion industry. Hell,
I never saw myself as fashionable; that was my sister’s ‘thing’. From the time
we were little girls, I was always the ‘smart one’ and she was always ‘the
pretty one’. Certainly, there were worse labels to have and I certainly never
tried to fight the one my parents had assigned me. I did well in school, and
she did not. She modelled and excelled at each and every trend that blew into
town; I did not.
In many ways these labels would shape who we became. As the
years wore on, I was still the smart one, but I felt the need to wage a
personal war on fashion. I dyed my hair, first black, and then pink. Tattoos
and piercings came next, followed by dark, studded clothes and combat boots.
Going to my sister’s photo shoots I would read Nietzsche and scowl while she
was dressed from head to toe in everything from chiffon to Christmas tree
lights. I told myself fashion didn’t matter; that I was above it. In private
moments I wondered why fate had made me short and round, and her tall and slim.
But the years went on and the changes began to happen…little
things at first, hair colour, tanning, and then bigger things. The first nose
job at sixteen. Breast Augmentation at seventeen.
