A diary of todays conundrums:
As winter is consuming every nerve in my body as I plunder out into this tit-tingling weather of Britain, the concerned matter of clothing is running through my mind a lot recently. Well, it’s a topic that is usually all I think about but particularly now I find myself constantly pondering about it; what designs I have in my head for tops, dresses and formal ensembles that are currently top secret from the inter-web (shhh Iain’t saying a word to ya!), which details I wish to add etc those who know will know the score, the troubles that are faced with these fabrics draped upon us. Despite being a love of my life, the garms in which I clothe myself in are in fact…irritating me. By that I mean WHY CAN’T I FIND WHAT I WANT. I ‘personally’ put it down to being so advanced and well established (wink wink) that the world of outfit traders simply can’t keep up with me. Obviously I soon disregard this and weep so so so many tears. (Inwardly of course…)
The ‘blip’ of clothing. Writers block of outfits. The brick wall of garments. The list could go on. My mind is probably about to implode with the amount of sketches and doodles I have made within my brain, yet no success in ‘reality’ so to speak. Which is, in all honesty, bloody frustrating!
Alas, I plough on. I have plans. Always got to have plans…The reason for my extensive plan-making in something I am so passionate about (more like obsessed with but who can blame me eh?) is the race for individuality. I call it a ‘race’ because as far back as I can remember I have always felt very uncomfortable with being the same as another person. I actually think I feel slightly disturbed (how gothic of me). We all source our looks from somewhere and if it just so happens to be from the same place then you’re exceptionally dapper! However I will contest that everyone should have a significant trademark in what they choose to present themselves as. This is applicable to anything though isn’t it. I just think I’m allergic to people looking all the same. *cough sneeze
I guess this is the downside to being so engrossed with a half a century old youth development. Damn.
(Actually the downside is that my collection of suede has been cast away in fear of water stains…I can hear the tiny screams from the suede follicles as I type)
All this ‘garmy’ business eh, I might just resort to strategically placed foliage and a toga drapage. Nahh calm down my little chocolate mousse’s, Scarl remains more or less still a Scarl, the toga
would be awfully nippy at this time of year, maybe a summer option.
The title: Mojo revamp. A renewed persona of the desirably quirky and blatantly strange. We like strange. Peculiar is very much ME. I’d like to think my bizarre infatuations can be depicted by the early Johnny Depp film ‘Cry Baby’. I typically sum this up with the description: tune singing-slack wearing-iggy pop bathing- Johnny D cruising- ugly smooching- wiggle dress film. Highly recommendable. HIGHLY.
In conclusion to this ‘wisdom-ous’ passage
(less of the wisdom), I pose a statement like no other: Welcome to the lounge of untypical and in the words of a certain A. Powers “This is my happening and it freaks me out!”. Dress well. Drink well. Dance well, and have an exceedingly smashing end of week!