some kind of. collection.

not at all finished. not at all my final decisions. but i think, something that shows something they might understand tomorrow.

day one of serious. sketching.

first real workingday with the collection. no longer just in my head. i think it is going to be interesting. and kind of like me right now, chaos. and damn hot.

try not to loose it. / heads spinning.

need to sort my thoughts. get that final collection sketched. tomorrow. need to find a quiet café, drink coffee and work.

when there is nothing else just dance.

space ghetto_dress.

jacket. under construction.

thinking about calling it fuck the forest an focus on architecture.
i do not want to think about how many hours i have spend/ will spend on this.
but i love it, going nuts and fucking all logic. i get a wierd feeling in my body, when tearing fabric apart in scraps, ataching it where it looks good, creasing it where i feel like. feeling.
fabric: perfect mix between rough/dark/ugly/clean/handsome/soft. dark grey. might have to go wild on the scraps, my brain will soon stop working because of all controlled fabrics i have been using lately.

asian girls. chinese lover.

last weeks work: drawn in five minutes in class/looks like shit but you get the point.

the exercise was to find a picture, and draw a outfit with this in mind. no thoughts, only feeling. then show these in class, discuss the symbolism and interpretation in them.

big fat man holding beautiful woman-picture from vogue 1995. this is him wearing her.

we switched pics, i got one of a amusement park. five minutes to make a new sketch. switched sketches with eachother and had to come up with a name for it.
so this is now spider.

to no one in particulary. just people in general thinking their princes.