disappointment
there was that one thing that you thought you would always excel at
and then you realize
you were wrong.
but actually
these epiphanies of decided enlightenment almost always hit me at the worst of times, academically no less. amidst the barrage of papers i ought to be slugging my guts over at this very present moment, all my mind seems to be preoccupied with is fashion and food. the two things i would love for my life to revolve around. fashion and food, not football (a la a strategy recommendation paper for Boca Juniors), and definitely not finance. remind me again why i am majoring in finance?
catharsis
funny how situations like these creep up in such a vicious-cycle sort of way, and unfailingly throw everything that i thought i knew - my morals, my ideals, what i want in life - into such sharp relief. only this time around it seems the stakes are higher, a misstep more likely to irreversibly break me.
trance-like discombobulation.
where do i go from here?
PLAY: ALEXANDER MCQUEEN SAVAGE BEAUTY EXHIBIT
metropolitan museum of art, may 4 - july 31
i literally get the chills whenever i look at the (shitty, phone-quality, illegally taken) photographs i took at the exhibit. every single piece from his postgraduate collection up to the final runway presentation were such works of art, so much so that i couldn’t help but feel compelled to stare at them in awe like a retarded baboon and make otherwise obtuse remarks like “i just want to touch it”, much to the amusement of my fellow museum-goers. but i mean, crazy is good, crazy is brilliant, isn’t it? much less in the presence of a crazily brilliant/brilliantly crazy designer who was able to amalgamate a contemporary sensibility and technical ingenuity that might’ve been deemed as a crazy shenanigan to detractors who didn’t-know-any-better. how could someone so brilliant take his life, just like that?
