genesis

This is is no way an attempt to mislead you into reminiscing on childhood Sega escapades, though it goes without saying that those memories are too good to pass up on. No explanation required. So are those of particular moments that derail you from taking up idleness as a vocation, which in my case, refer to my first run-in with fashion. Yes. I'll admit that saying such a thing gives me those odd chills we often question. But being a stranger, as I was then, has its advantages, I guess...like leaving room for later recall. The point revolves around the Hussein Chalayan photograph, I promise.

photo cred: hussein chalayan

I recently worked with London site GWG on a guest article rehashing a quasi-antiquated tale of how I first became cognizant of fashion lexicon and eventually adopted the blog subtext. Inquiring minds now have the details: my slightly awkward yet immediate attraction to Hussein Chalayan's work, the rise of my Tim Blanks fandom, it's all there. It is somewhat flattering and equally nerve-wrecking to draw a British audience but I'll roll with the soft punches. It's like I'm omni-present in a way. No? Okay, I'll descend back down to reality...