Disclaimer: this article contains long sentences of words put together and personal reflections.
"WHEN I GROW UP."Not only is this the title of a brilliant cantata by the young ladies' ensemble we used to know as The Pussycat Dolls, it is also a thought that frequently flashes through the minds of many a young dreamer.
An inquisitive archaeologist, a boisterous caveman (in sexy torn leather skirt, bien sûr), a prolific singer, an Oscar-winning actor, an unstoppable barrister. Over the years I myself have racked up quite the body count of men I've strived to be. Recently, my life path has slowly begun to shape itself in a less ramified fashion, steadily leading me to the life of a fashion journalist. Over the past months I've been on the most breathtaking rollercoaster ride, one I'd never expected to have come from a little blog I started one day in 2009. Being a recognised Belgian fashion blogger these days is unreal. It's a state of reverie that one eventually has to wake up from, right? But despite these wonderful experiences, one can't help but feel uneasy and trepid. Is the inspiration going to keep coming? Will I grow to hate this business? Look at Galliano and Decarnin, even Heidi Klum says that tomorrow I will be "aut"! Should I just fold my laptop now and call it a day? Surely my wardrobe of vintage H&M isn't enough to be a proper fashion blogger, am I a fraud? It's thoughts like that on days like these that make me waver and question myself. That's why it's so important to know why you're doing it all, who you want to be. Every boy needs a role model and mine lives in London, wears Balmain capes and has a pencil moustache.
He is the owner of the most ridiculously awesome surname since Plantagenet and works as fashion director for the inimatable Nick Knight's ShowStudio. Many were called, but nobody else was chosen to be...
"Oh, y'know, just chillaxin' with the Goddess Divine of All Modern Pop."
I fully understand my grasp on the industry and its revelers is probably still as dewy-eyed as a Paul Klee painting, but I am determined to be a professional. Don't get me wrong, though: I don't wish to become a carbon-copy of Alex nor do I encourage anyone to go through life as if they were someone else. I 'simply' seek to emulate his savoir-faire, to crochet with words with comparable finesse and to look at myself and others with tantamount relativity. As - another - Alexander The Great once said: "There is nothing impossible to him who will try."
[Feel inspired? I put together a most Fury-ous outfit after the jump.]
Dinner jacket with sequined lapels: Viktor & Rolf
Boots: Alexander McQueen
Bag: Florian Denicourt
images: www.showstudio.com, www.google.com/images, www.farfetch.com, www.mrporter.com