WARNING: rant

This.


This will be a rant. Something that I think you should hear, I am justified in my argument and have enough evidence that what I am about to prove, is right.





As some know, I go to University, well actually a college within a University. I have my spot here at the London College of Fashion because my, and I quote (this was a defining moment in how big my ego is), "Have technical skill that far surpasses most of the applicants to this course." My course; Access to Higher Education: Fashion. Granted it's a foundation course, but that's not the point. My "technical skill" is my sewing ability. Listed:

Countless pajama bottoms.

I have made a few more things, but that's not my point either, it's all just evidence. I trust you to believe me. 

My aggravating point, is that once again- 

Back story. Throughout high school some things were just not allowed to be made in sewing class. I pushed those boundaries to challenge myself, I was successful. Even with my outcomes, most of the time.

My aggravating point: No use of Satin (aka slippery) or Chiffon (aka Silky) fabrics.

I just spent all of high school (AKA 5 years) with that rule!!!

You would think, because it's college that there would be no fabric rules. Wrong. 

(insert "you fail" noise here)

My plan of action: make 2 projects. One for the tutors to keep them happy (aka "real project') , and one that I will actually use for marks. I know I am creating more work for myself, but its college. I am not supposed to sleep and have a social life. Which is actually what has been happening lately. I may have 2 days a week at college and have a place on 3 different courses (I've been accepted to 3 different colleges, more in a different paragraph), but I am all about challenge and doing things well. I am more then capable to make 2 outfits, this is my challenge this term. I have been waiting for this part of the course since we started. I think my anticipation may have injured my skills, we will see in a few weeks.

As for University acceptances: Wimbledon College of Art, Bachelor of Arts in Costume Design. London College of Fashion, Bachelor of Arts in Costume for Performance. Nottingham Trent University, Bachelor of Arts in Costume Design and Making. I applied to 4 courses and got into 3 of them, now I just have to decide. The other course, which I thought I had the best chance, was at Wimbledon as well, in Costume Interpretation, I did not get accepted.

I have a pretty good idea of where I want to go, I just need a little more time to convince myself, this is a pretty big choice. I am also just mentally congratulating myself for getting accepted to these courses. It's a pretty big deal, one of them is probably one of the best colleges for costume.

Until you read again! 

xx

Free as my Hair, SACO Salon

2 weeks ago I got my hair cut, for free, by SACO Salon Academy. http://www.sacohair.com/ This is the 3rd time I've gone to them, mostly because it's free. The absolute best part of going to SACO is the staff treat you not just as a model, because I voluntarily let students hack off my hair, but as a client. They really do have all your interests at the base of business, they give cuts that suit your face shape and cater to what exactly you do not want. Richard Ashforth or one of the other amazing stylists watch over the students to make sure that they are learning proper procedure, SACO will not let you walk out of the salon with a head of hair that you hate.

So, I recently got my hair cut, while I was there I made an appointment to be a guinea pig for a colour course. I was at the academy for 5 hours and came out with a new hair colour.

I got my hair bleached and toned, I now have "Champagne" coloured hair with an ashy/purple fringe (Bangs for those of you in North America). The guy who coloured my hair was french and really funny, he teased that he was going to put a large chunk of ruby red in my hair. He thankfully was kidding, red is not my colour at all. It clashes too much with my already pinky/pale skin tone. The purple on my fringe makes the green in my eyes stand out, it is perfect. I am in complete love with my hair. I am also really glad that I didn't have to pay a lick for it and got it done, for my first time, by professionals.


The only thing that no one told me was how dry my scalp would be. Thank god I have a super moisturizing shampoo and conditioner. I can do so much more with my hair now that it has been killed.



I really do recommend this experience to everyone, just make sure you go to a really good academy.

Vidal Sassoon, SACO, Toni & Guy are a couple that I would trust to cut my hair. Look around and ask  different academies about their experts and students. You should not have to pay to be a model at these salons, if they ask you to pay as a model just look somewhere else.

Accepted

The first time around I applied to colleges I only applied to one, I happened to get into my current University. This time around it was a little different, because I applied to Bachelor of Art courses, there is a little more riding on the acceptance, this time around it really mattered. This is more imminent to my future.

The university I am a part of is made of different colleges in London.
Here is a link to my Uni: http: //www.arts.ac.uk/


So, my university offered, for the first time, this year an "Internal Progression scheme," which allows students in foundation years to apply through the University to other Colleges and courses within each University of the Arts London. I applied to the Wimbledon College of Art: Costume Design course and the Costume Interpretation course, as well as applying to the London College of Fashion: Costume for Performance.

The courses I got accepted into are Wimbledon College of Art: Costume Design and London College of Fashion: Costume for Performance.



I didn't really think my work that I was being assessed on was really good quality stuff, I know I can do better. I had such doubt about my choices, I applied to Wimbledon because it's more of a theatre school, which I feel I would thrive in that environment. Although, I kind of ruled out the thought of actually getting accepted to Costume Design at Wimbledon. I just didn't think I was good enough to get in, which is why I applied to the LCF costume course, as a back up to Wimbledon. Thinking that it was better then nothing, but I also applied to the University in Nottingham for Costume Design as well. I still have to go to my interview with them, so I haven't really decided which course yet.

I am just really proud of myself, I got into a college that has hosted students who have won Oscars and ar head designers at Chloe and Marchesa. I really didn't think that I was going to get accepted into this course.

I am leaning toward Wimbledon, but I am not making a firm choice until I have my Nottingham interview. I feel like I will know for sure when that is over.





I am just on a really great high right now, not 1 College but 2. It is a really great way to start my day. I feel like I can do anything, I actually want to make my current project better then it is. I am in the opposite frame of mind then what would be expected. I want to prove that I deserve my place at LCF and Wimbledon.














The possibilities are so exciting!!!! =D

Creative depression cured by an Oprah moment.

I am not sure how many of you know what it means to be "creatively depressed." It may not even be an actual phrase, but for the last week I have been feeling it. It consumes every part of your brain, to the point where distractions don't even fulfill any sort of procrastination. "Creatively depressed" is worse then any other type of depression (if there are types), it makes you feel like crap, about all of your work. When I say all, I mean it. All the past projects and work that I had done prior to this point, every bit of it was crap.

I was in such a fog, not just because it's been raining and cold outside, every idea that came to me just didn't make any sense. I couldn't see how I was going to be able to continue my project and fulfill my term requirements. I get grumpy and miserable when I am tired, but when I am "creatively depressed" I become this grumpy, sad, pathetic.. existence. Like, someone who has no mental capability, I get quiet and shell myself away. I say goodbye to the world and just exist, no living, no life, just watching my life grow old before my eyes.


Today changed that. I find that I need a certain amount of time to brood about my "depression," to fully understand why I have these feelings. I incubate for a while, and after this while is up I decide to, 'on a whim', just get out and see the world. Bump against shoulders in the street, walk through London as if I were watching a movie. I usually come up with some sort of inspiration to get me out of my funk. Today I went to the National Gallery, I usually go there to just think sometimes, its handy that it's free. I was looking at paintings for a long time, I think I looked at 5 and spent an hour and a half in there. I was just looking at them, all the details, thinking "what is it about this painting that I like so much?" I got lost in thought thinking about my own project that I stopped seeing the pictures, and was just staring. Countless people walked by me, but their faces were all a blur, it's actually the one time in my life where I can say that's happened. I didn't notice anyone, nothing peculiar interested me, nothing but my thoughts. I was making my way out of the gallery, thinking that I was done, when this painting by Peter Paul Rubens caught my eye. There was something about it, something similar to my project...

*SNAP*

Hello!!! My brain kicked into high gear and the "Oprah AHA Moment" happened. It all just clicked and made complete sense. I knew exactly how I was going to finish my project,  how I would create this character and build a wardrobe. This one painting dissipated the fog. It may have been raining outside, but I was full of sunshine and optimistic positivity.



I am going to complete my work now that I have it all sorted.








Thanks for reading! =)

Super Fan? Maybe?

Guys, you should be worried, maybe, you should be a little worried...I've.

I've become one of those fan girls that goes to, like, practically every gig a band has. I went to 2 this week, of the same band. Now, they're REALLY good, like the kind of good that you want to tell everyone. The kind that you want everyone to like them as much as you do. The kind that is so good, you have them on repeat 24/7. The kind, that is just so good you want them to have an EP so that you can buy it and support them, because you're so invested in them.

 Plus, they're easy on the eyes too. ;) *swoons*

In all honesty, if you follow me on twitter or are friends with me on facebook you will know that I am not alone. One of my good friends is right along with me, I think she was on the verge of tears when we left the gig without saying "Hi" to them. Just kidding!...Not really, but sort of. We did meet the lads the first time we saw them, they're lovely. In every form of the word.

This week I really experienced being my age, which was a good change. Usually I act like 69 year old granny who is dealing with the death of her cat. Staying in doors, being completely square and watching kitten videos on YouTube. (I have done this, so, it's actually that bad.)

How many giggled at my supposed age? I am still wayyy too immature to be 69. HA!

Just to keep you up to date with where I am in Uni, I have assessments coming up, a Uni interview, portfolio assessment and a shit load of sketchbook and design work. It is appropriate for me to swear, it's my blog and there is a lot of pressure and stress. 

My only refuge is the band I've been completely fan girling over. Rixton. Here is a link to their YouTube account: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2XgXw1Qwff8

They used to be called Relics, so, I did give you the correct account. 

Even though I've, kind of, just became a fan, they're AH-Mazing live. I have proof on my phone, I've seen them twice. So I think that speaks volumes, yeah?

Try this week to do something that is new, something that would seem like it is fun, but you're too chicken to do it. This time actually do it. Nike that business.

Question? Worry? Enjoyment!

Okay, question period.

Lately I've been thinking about my future, what I want from it, what I want to do and how I want to be. I've come up with a few things, the generic; successful, well off, and to be quite frank, very materialistic. That, then got me thinking as to why I was so very focused on having "things." Is it because I didn't have them when I was small, smaller then I am now? Or, is it because that is what society expects of me? Is being happy and not having a lot of "things" make you a lower class of human being?

It really struck a chord with me, but I know what I want to be...

I can't even really write it down, well type it, because I, myself, am questioning whether or not it is truly what I want.

I am not sure if this is because I am still feeling a little lonely, or if it's because of my age and maturity.
I can tell you, that not really "knowing" is my biggest fear. I made a vow a few years ago that I would not let myself give up because of laziness, I would push through whatever is hard to get to exactly what it is that I want. Although, now I am finding that I don't really know what I want. I find, that somehow, I am spending too much time smelling the roses.

All of this stems from the fact that I am applying for  college courses in the next stage in my life and there is not a school that is the best for the field that I want to be in. This all ties together with the need for materialistic things. There is not a school that is a stand above the rest, that it says, written down by a critic, "This school is the best, and you should make every effort to go here." I think that is what causes my feeling of "unknown." I so very want to be a person that achieves my dreams and does things that are exciting and cool.

I am grateful to myself for getting me to where I am, and I am grateful of the people who cheered me on and congratulated me on my achievements. Now though, I don't want to disappoint myself and all who cheered me, because I, lazily, don't know.


I have a materialistic dream to win an award *cough* Oscar/BAFTA *cough* for Costume Design/Interpretation. I know this is the path for me, because it is the most natural, however picking the school that is right for me is causing doubt in myself.

Am I putting too much pressure on myself? Is there an easier way that I don't know of? Or am I just worrying to procrastinate?

All I know, is that once I hear back from schools and finish my interviews I will feel better. It's just a case of getting through.




On a side note, I am acting my age! I am going out with my friends to gigs and doing things that are "fun and fancy free!" I am enjoying the moments I spend with the people who I find are important! Plus I may have "fan-girl'd" over some hot new band that I saw last night and then met later.

OH THE MEMORIES!
 (I love how this blog lets me talk through my mental struggles and come up with ideas and ways to sort out my problems.)

New.. Late..?

My New Year's resolutions is to just be a better version of myself and to dream bigger and better, and so I am going to give you a little insight on how I am going to do this. I am going to start off with writing on my blog and keep all informed with every life decision. Or you could just follow me on Twitter and get stupid annoying updates. (;D) Not kidding, I could keep you up to date on every bowel movement, seriously kidding. I am also going to make the best of my last moments of being a teenager. Get my 'teenage rebellion' in now, while I can still call it "my teenage rebellion..months.." It would make for a pretty sweet album title. I am also going to try, now I say try because I am not too fond of this art and craft, but try, to be more active. Sexually active?! Not a chance, sorry, but I respect myself WAY too much. Now I could easily delete that last line, but I have to have some teenage things that I regret.. question mark?

Another thing I am going to try and do is just be happy. =) I find myself lately just looking at the bad things and getting depressed over them. I know what it stems from and I am going to tell you. It comes from my complete independent, and somewhat immature, quality to feel that I know everything. Knowledge is power, but the right kind of knowledge is even more powerful.
I also want to build stronger friendships, but this year is a transition year for everyone. Some of the people that are in my class will not likely be in my BA course next year. That makes me feel even more alone, because for the past 2 years I have been steadily more and more lonely. Moving away from home has made that a little bit harder and going back for Christmas and then leaving was a little tougher then I thought. Mostly, because I came to the realization that I don't really have a place that I can call "home." That frustrates, irritates and annoys me, I feel like I am in this medium of white/grey. I hate not feeling comfortable in my bed, I hate that I can't figure out a solid routine for the week.



So, because of all these frustrations, I have decided that I am going to get a job, to save for next year as well as give me a little more stability. I also feel, with more things to do, I will get more done. I won't be sitting at home watching movies and TV shows, wasting my time. I am going to be in my twenties soon, I want to start them off really well!!

Thus begins my new year, I know I am, like, 20 days late, but fashionably, after all I do attend the London College of Fashion.



I do promise to update more on this, it will be part of my routine. <3


I also hope I have inspired you reading this, to think of something that you want to accomplish by the end of the week, and do it. I would love it if you would tell me what it is that you want to get done.
It might give me some ideas!