Celebrity Costumes: My Real Motivators

The past couple of days have been a lot of confused emotion for me. Well, between the ethanol theatrical pieces of the role I play in this world and the fang glaring examinations at college, all other things should stay unmentioned. I have come to realize that the things that really matter to you are revealed through the toughest of all times. Just like friends that will stick around and tell you ''It will be okay'', even when you have really screwed up these things will keep you going. I have come to realize that no matter where I go, what I do or who I'm with, style will always be a part of my life. I walk around subconsciously and without noticing it everywhere I am I'd be analyzing and editing every piece of garment I come across. It doesn't make me judgmental rather it gives me a sense of perfectionism at the works of fabrics. And sometimes it's not really about just what you wear, how you wear it is very important. I mean you could go out wearing a very atrocious piece of garment but if you pull it off with the right kind of attitude you could win a lot of people's opinions and admiration. Okay well, this may get a little misleading...I'm not encouraging going out with chocolate stained shirts. Defenseless, unarmed, somewhere I must belong!

...maybe I've never really thought about what I am, Who I am is not the question and will not for the couple of years or decades. The aspect of my life that has proved substantial is the fact that I have some kind of enigma. The kind that makes you wonder ''how the hell did we come across such a thing?'', it all makes a lot of noise in your head but it has that tinkling feeling that is smoky pleasant. Imagine the bliss for a minute, I swear it burns! The other offer is electric, keeping my head held high...cigarette in one hand and a piece of literature on the other. No bright neons needed, just a tragic throwing around of randomly picked pieces. It is a cheap lifestyle but it keeps me happy, well happiness is a very obscure term in my point of view but if most people quiet get the idea then I shouldn't be worried. Also staying grounded to where I come from I have made this ethnic piece an important facet of my mask. You don't know me at all but you know that I have royal blood because I've been cuddled in beautiful Africa. Mother swinging me playfully, spreading me through the horizon of the no-global-warming start of the 90s. Oh lover!

It has been 18 years, 9 months, and 11 days...it hits you that you are not what they think you are. Here you are trying hard for change that once almost ruined you. My love is stubborn, walking on a broken bare dirt road. I will never find the truth because I too have the same set of stubbornness. Going over the countless stacks of magazines I find peace in knowing that there is beauty in the world and even though my kind does not relate to that of many people it is what I am. Style inspires! Even when I'm trapped in an emotional dilemma there always an inference from the one thing in this I cannot live without. These here are my motivators, they are spread through societies, religions and cultures. Arabic, Mayan, Tswana, Greek, Egyptian...you know there is a thought we share in the style disciplines of all kinds. They are a collective set of aesthetics and they are my motivators.