Clothes Quarters...
I went shopping today. I have an afternoon call for rehearsal (4:30), so I went shopping, something I never really do, especially by myself. First I went to The Lab which I prefer to the mall because it's outside and it has a neat waterfall thingy, but really the only place I browsed there was Urban Outfitters (it was smart of me to shop when I don't have any money to spend, however, I feel guilty browsing, knowing that I don't have the slightest intention to buy anything.) After a relaxing half hour perusing the store for quirky books and housewares, mens shirts, and womens accessories, I left to wander around South Coast Plaza. While it was relaxing to walk around by myself without a schedule I made a few observations about shopping:
1. I think most of the women shopping at designer stores (like Diesel, Versace, Miss Sixty..et al.) on a Friday afternoon are shopping for clothes to wear...shopping, next week. It was funny, the women were dressed incredible, like runway models down to accessories! It was a lesson, I took mental notes on styles I liked and didn't like.
2. Shopping at a mall makes me want to diet...a lot...and get a Cinnebon at the food court. It's a paradox really, I am simultaneously depressed about the size of my thighs and longing for sugary, buttery fast food. Or at the very least a Frapaccino. Amazing.
3. It seems to me that being a designer would be hard work. It seems like a glamourous profession, but it takes some creativity to continuously churn out exciting "new" creations. and the competition! Fashion designers must have thick skin as I'm sure there is so much critique, especially in the infancy of thier career. Looking around, I wanted to run home and sketch and try to find what I liked, what I thought was beautiful, what seemed creative to me.
and a poem streamed into my head while I walked out to the parking lot...
A mass of faces, colors, prizes
hunting, searching, smiling aisle to aisle
wanting for happiness, color, worth
Lost inside thier judgment
I can never measure up
I swiftly walk away from thier prey
Happy to be outside
yet I wonder if I'm lacking,
if I'm missing something I should consider gold
Content to be at your side
content to be at home
curled inside your arm of comfort, truth
Affection is my currency
affection is my wealth
I grow ever more thankful everyday.
1. I think most of the women shopping at designer stores (like Diesel, Versace, Miss Sixty..et al.) on a Friday afternoon are shopping for clothes to wear...shopping, next week. It was funny, the women were dressed incredible, like runway models down to accessories! It was a lesson, I took mental notes on styles I liked and didn't like.
2. Shopping at a mall makes me want to diet...a lot...and get a Cinnebon at the food court. It's a paradox really, I am simultaneously depressed about the size of my thighs and longing for sugary, buttery fast food. Or at the very least a Frapaccino. Amazing.
3. It seems to me that being a designer would be hard work. It seems like a glamourous profession, but it takes some creativity to continuously churn out exciting "new" creations. and the competition! Fashion designers must have thick skin as I'm sure there is so much critique, especially in the infancy of thier career. Looking around, I wanted to run home and sketch and try to find what I liked, what I thought was beautiful, what seemed creative to me.
and a poem streamed into my head while I walked out to the parking lot...
A mass of faces, colors, prizes
hunting, searching, smiling aisle to aisle
wanting for happiness, color, worth
Lost inside thier judgment
I can never measure up
I swiftly walk away from thier prey
Happy to be outside
yet I wonder if I'm lacking,
if I'm missing something I should consider gold
Content to be at your side
content to be at home
curled inside your arm of comfort, truth
Affection is my currency
affection is my wealth
I grow ever more thankful everyday.
posted by Coco at 2:39 PM
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