I have reached a point of stunning clarity for why I seem to be so intrinsically motivated to be a part of the fashion industry. Today, fashion serves as the most celebrated & ubiquitous art form. When I watch the latest video podcasts on all the latest shows from the most revered designers I am amazed at how much time & money is put into these productions. They each serve to out-do one another, it's the beautiful circle of life that exists in fashion. Trends are obviously the result of fashion's equivalent of natural selection. Reinterpretation and retro designs come from the ever growing compost pile of failed & exhausted trends. When you look around you, everyone you see is clothed . . . everyone may not have been to an art gallery though, see my point? So then fashion leads the rest of the art forms in terms of cultural penetration, no?

I appreciate and look forward to the praise that is given to talented fashion designers. They are modern royalty. People read so much into their clothing and it becomes a lifestyle for some. That's huge. It's amazing how the even the most remote and exclusive upper echelons of the fashion industry are also very mainstream on account of the constant relaying and reinterpreting of high fashion to more accessible venues like Zara and ultimately even more commercial as Target. Art is alive, it breeds and populates. Fashion has weaved and tangled itself in our social structure as an art from and we are dependant upon fashion just as we our language. Your outfit or lack there of serves as a statement inevitavbly and always, and is just as important as the labels on boxes, cartons, and bottles in grocery stores and pharmacies. Our projected self image, self worth, and, for most people, our attempt at shaping other's peripheral perceptions of our ephemeral profile manifests in our dress. If you're wearing a suite your wearing more then thread and button, you are really just following society's way of organizing itself . . . of course you may say " well I love love suits " but in actuality, you love what a suit represents in society and you believe that you fit the description. You may have freedom in the details of the suit you buy, style & color, but you yourself never elected the suit as your default means of exhibiting professionalism, society did that for you, fashion did that for you . . . you are just playing along. So then I wonder . . . are we wearing the garments, or are the garments wearing us?