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On a desert island, the pigeon post will bring only 1 publication every month.

Posted on October 25, 2009
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…Which one would you choose and why?

When i applied to UCA, we was asked to write your reponse and why, it was part of the portfolio assesment This is my answer:

I would choose Vogue because I believe in the words:

“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street; fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”

Coco Chanel

Vogue encompasses the fantasy of fashion – how by reading an article or looking at a page on clothes can whisk you away from whatever situation you are in, and you can imagine wearing the clothes and feeling beautiful about yourself. I myself know that I can’t wear the clothes but I can imagine how they would look on me and how they would feel. In the October 2008 issue of vogue, ‘Fantastic Fantasy Fashion’ was the theme throughout the special edition, it had Kate Moss on the cover covered in warm green fur. Throughout the issue was certain aspects of ‘fantasy fashion’, like a fashion fairy tales and costume balls fantasy photo shoot, articles on how to feel special and glamorous. That edition of Vogue to me encompassed a fantasy about fashion, you can read a fairy tales on a fashion brand and immediately get swept in it. It can make you feel glamorous about yourself (even if you stuck on a desert island) and lighten up how you feel about yourself.

Now being stuck on a desert island, I imagine myself to be very lonely and to be completely isolated from western civilization (how will I cope without Starbucks?). To have a pigeon post as my only form of communication with the outside world is a very lonely experience, I imagine this being like the world of Harry Potter where on summer holiday when Harry would return to his muggle (non-magical) guardian and his only link to his ‘magical life’ would be his devoted owl sending his parcels and letters from his school friends.

I would have a camp fire burning and I see the endless sea wave crashing with no land or anything else in sight, then out of the blue in the distance I see my pigeon post flying toward me. Suddenly I wouldn’t feel so alone anymore and for the first time in a while as the bird brings me my publication, something that will feel my heart with joy and my mind with fantasy. Turning once again to the words of Coco Chanel; ‘A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.’ With a copy of Vogue, I am both.

I would choose Vogue because I believe in the words:

“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street; fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.”

Coco Chanel

Vogue encompasses the fantasy of fashion – how by reading an article or looking at a page on clothes can whisk you away from whatever situation you are in, and you can imagine wearing the clothes and feeling beautiful about yourself. I myself know that I can’t wear the clothes but I can imagine how they would look on me and how they would feel. In the October 2008 issue of vogue, ‘Fantastic Fantasy Fashion’ was the theme throughout the special edition, it had Kate Moss on the cover covered in warm green fur. Throughout the issue was certain aspects of ‘fantasy fashion’, like a fashion fairy tales and costume balls fantasy photo shoot, articles on how to feel special and glamorous. That edition of Vogue to me encompassed a fantasy about fashion, you can read a fairy tales on a fashion brand and immediately get swept in it. It can make you feel glamorous about yourself (even if you stuck on a desert island) and lighten up how you feel about yourself.

Now being stuck on a desert island, I imagine myself to be very lonely and to be completely isolated from western civilization (how will I cope without Starbucks?). To have a pigeon post as my only form of communication with the outside world is a very lonely experience, I imagine this being like the world of Harry Potter where on summer holiday when Harry would return to his muggle (non-magical) guardian and his only link to his ‘magical life’ would be his devoted owl sending his parcels and letters from his school friends.

I would have a camp fire burning and I see the endless sea wave crashing with no land or anything else in sight, then out of the blue in the distance I see my pigeon post flying toward me. Suddenly I wouldn’t feel so alone anymore and for the first time in a while as the bird brings me my publication, something that will feel my heart with joy and my mind with fantasy. Turning once again to the words of Coco Chanel; ‘A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.’ With a copy of Vogue, I am both

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Fashion Fairy-tale ~ Colour Blind

Posted on September 29, 2009
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This story i written is a very rough draft and wondering what do you think of it? This story is designs with children in mind so the wording is laughable but please tell me what you think. You can either comment or laugh at it – I’m not bother.

Ok here go:

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, London to exact. There lived a girl who was lived a very dull colourless life. The girl had a problem with her eyesight, She couldn’t see colour – everything was all black & white to her. It was problem with her that started straight from birth, the doctor couldn’t understand not less explaining it to the poor demented parents who after so many year of trying for a child. The little girl wasn’t aware of her sight problem until she got about to the age of 3 and one day ask her mummy,

“Mummy? Why is the sky always so grey and dull?” The little girl asked innocently.

The mother looked at the child and smile “Don’t be silly, the sky is all blue.” Stopping abruptly remembering about her daughter problem and carried on doing the housework. The little girl walked away feeling sad.

When it was time to start school, the other children would make fun of her problem, teasing horribly.

“Colour-blind. Colour-blind” the children would chant. The parents would take her to see every eyes specialist in the country, all the specialist could do would shrugged their shoulder and simple called her ‘A special girl’.

The little girl didn’t want to be ‘A special girl’; all she wanted was to be like all the normal children. She was very lonely.

One night after her mum kissed her goodnight and turned off the light. The little girl feeling upset and angry at her problem jumped off her bed and turned to the moonlight window, bending on her knee she started praying.

“I wish I could see colour, I wish I could see colour” repeating to herself until she was so tired she fell asleep on the floor.

The little girl awoke in the morning still with the same problem and burst out howling tears of cried. With such a temper she started to throw everything in her room, tearing curtain down and ripping up her bed covers. The girl then burst open the door and started to smash everything in the house. Her parents couldn’t calm her down and simple couldn’t explain her temper outburst as she always been such a sweet timed girl. The little girl kicking and screaming threw open the front door to the house and before her parents could stop her she ran from the door and out of the house.

Stepping on plants and kicking whatever was in her way. She ran out the garden and without looking ran into a busy road and got knocked over. All her poor parents could do cry hoping the little girl would come back……

The first thing the little girl noticed when she opened her eyes was a bright shiny white light in her eyes, she then heard distance familiar voices.

Blinking and feeling very sore she tried to moved but found she was being held down.

“Darling, it ok, mummy and daddy are here with you.” She heard while another deep stranger voice “Hello you very lucky to be alive.”

The girl wanted to wipe her eyes as big tears was filling up her eyes, as she was thinking this a tissue appeared and began to wipe her eyes, she saw a hand appearing and recognized it as her mother.

Once the tears was wiped away and she drunk some water, she noticed something difference, her eyes-sight still fogy and fray but she could see shapes and it wasn’t all black and white and notice a strange colour she never seen before.

“Mummy, what that strange colour you wearing?” she asked innocently

“Oh this is just my old red dress; I wear this all the time….” The mother replied hastily

“I like the colour of it” The little girl replied back. The parents aspirated notice the change in her daughter tone.

“You can actually see the colour of this dress?” They asked and the little girl nodded.

The parents cheered and hugged her daughter tightly. The little girl was cured.

Over the next few weeks the little girl has been amazing doctors and specialist with her found ability. The little girl at first was blinded by all this sudden burst of colour and took times for her eyes to adapt to the lights. Once she left the hospital and was feeling all better and was able to tell every colour of the rainbow. The little girl was feeling very confidence and happy, she was doing much better at school and now had loads of friends.

One warm summer afternoon the mother and the girl went shopping. They stopped in a clothes shop and the little girl looked around in amazement at all the difference clothes. She wanted to do all this, make all these beautiful colourful designs. Once she got home she ran to her colouring box and started to draw a dress, a green dress with a pink bow. The Father looking over her daughter drawing and discovered she quite an artist and would heavily praised his daughter.

“When I grow up, I’m going to design clothes” She would reply smiling.

“I have complete faith in you.” The father said back.

Over the coming year she would work hard in school, always tops of her class. Excelled in subject such as English and art. Still determine to design clothes she register in an art college and graduated with top honour.

Not long after she started up her own clothing design business and was toast of the town. Every so often when she alone at night, she would stared out of the moonlight window and always said thank you for the wish.

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