For every girl who was grown up with Barbies, dressing up for them or brushing their hair over and over again,
For every girl who once couldn’t wait to put on her mom’s red lipstick and high heels that were so big for her just to feel being a woman,
For every girl who takes an hour only trying to find which goes the best with her top, white shorts, white capri pants or white pants,
Seeing a runway show is what makes her life complete.
I thought I forgot about how serious I was to be a designer at my 17 years old, when I ranked watching runway shows on TV whenever I could the most important and when I was always crazily doing researches on designing schools in Europe. Well. What would happen when a dream encounter reality, which most of the time is cruel or at least “cool”? Mine fashion dream did break so easily by my mom’s conclusion on me as someone who would never succeed as a pure “artist”. She is right, “I am someone who should strive to pursue the combination of arts and business”.
College, grad school, non-stop working seem to have made me down-to-earth, or as being called “professional”. But on hearing that I can go to Mercedes Fashion Week 09, all those buried dead once-so-strong feelings came back to me. I am suddenly again the girl who was so passionate about fashion. Yes. New York Fashion Week, one of the four world-renowned fashion carnivals. Yes. Although I would never stand on the runway with the clothes I made, I can sit there to feel it, to witness it and to make my dream come true. So, I bought tons of new dresses and shoes, even thinking to borrow a Chanel Clutch. So I filled myself with hope and excitement, jumping on the bus with my over-loaded suitcase just for three days’ stay. NYC Fashion Week, here I am.
Maybe I wouldn’t have been so disappointed if I had less expectations. The higher you are, the more painful is to fall on the ground. We arrived at the show ON TIME only to be kept waiting outside in the rain for 40 mins because they were not ready; the line of another show was such a chaos; Bryant Park is abit too plain; and the fact that we didn’t get into the Rucci show for god knows why reason finally broke my dream again. Well, as you may say, welcome to the real fashion world. But the realization that fashion is just a glamorous outfit on a plain or even horrible body and the fact that I didn’t even see a real runway show DID make me sad. Sad is a better word than disappointment here. I saw my dream broke again and this time would forever remain piece by piece.
Sometimes, you have so many mixed feelings that you lose the ability to express. It is also foolish to analyze as I have read in my paper most observational-so-called-theory (esp. psychology) are not scientific because they are irrefutable (what BS….)…. I am sad, disappointed, somehow irritated and ultimately feeling empty. It’s not just because I didn’t get chance to really feel it or the whole long weird weekend that made me feel like this. But suddenly after all, I started wondering if fashion is really that significant to me? Is it worth it?
Well, you may say don’t sound so bitter. You just miss one year…. And there are so many years coming. Yes. Who knows?
Well, I write for myself, forgetting the audience of my blog as I learned in my dearest new media class.
So, this is my long san-logic first blog entry in 4 month, to
1. Record my fashion week
2. Remind myself the true meaning of life
3. To wave goodbye to my summer
4. To welcome myself back to my blogging
5. To celebrate July 14th, 2009
After all, life goes on, even sometimes a little girl’s dream doesn’t come true.

















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