ITS OFFICIAL

So after reevaluating my life and its purpose, after having a baby midlife crisis and shattering my dream of ever being a fashion designer I've come to terms with it. Starting next semester I will be a Communications Design Major. Call me a sell out, call me lazy, call me unoriginal, the reality is that I love fashion too much to stay in the fashion department. As I've been saying, its an ancient program with an extremely elitist persona. The program is overly rigorous and strenous and although I'm doing fine, I'm just not happy. Can you blame me for eating, sleeping and wanting to enjoy New York City? I'm sorry but I just cant subject myself to some contained strenous life designing watered down commercial fashion. I'm not giving up on my dream, but I've realized that I need to take another path before I destroy myself and forget why I'm here. Through CD I can explore fashion and yet not be limited by its barriers. Its been a really hard time, emotionally, academically and socially, but things are looking up. My family and friends are puzzled and hesitant, but supportive. I cant even begin to explain to you how I feel. I'm like a ghost staring at myself in this empty shell. When you realize you dont know who you are anymore, it can be devastating, but I'm slowly pushing through it all. I'm hoping to intern next year and get my foot finally in the door. I've had a really great weekend full of great parties. Thank god there are still folks who know how to throw a good party. I hope w'ell only see more of these kinds of events. Swanky shindigs full of good music, glamorous settings and ridiculous people. I wouldn't have it any other way. One of my classmates invited me to the 50th anniversary party for Louis Vuitton and I'm stoked. Dressing up is my specialty.