If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably heard me express my disdain towards the ’70s trend and festival fashion. And trust me – despite this look post – it still exists. How else do you respond to a trend that’s been shoved down your throat for over two years other than to be annoyed?
Look, I know, girls love Beyoncé… The opening line to Drake’s song has never rung truer in the past few weeks. I mean, with the release of not only the album, but the visual album of Lemonade jeopardising all progress I made with my hairline, now was not the time to mess with the Beyhive. But beyond fanatic stan-ism, there was a reason the Hive – and predominantly black women – would not let anyone come for Beyoncé: because she did not make it for you. She made it for us.
When I was talking to Kenny a while back, I asked her the question “So if clothes do not maketh the woman, what does?” And that actually got me thinking about the role of womanhood in fashion, or more so, of fashion in womanhood.
Sometimes when a city speaks to you, you have to listen. And lately, when it comes to fashion, I feel like Barney Stinson’s motto of “new is always better” isn’t really what Cape Town’s been saying to me. Sometimes old is good. Sometimes something so old that it’s not even yours is better.
Hello friends! Like Bryson Tiller, I’m back and I’m (hopefully) better. Since we last chatted: school is back, JHB is out, CPT is in, stress is also back in, and there was a weave that didn’t get to see this blog at all (oops). I also took my plan about 2016 as written here more seriously – I have a budget that can make the Excel Gods cry, I’ve said “no” a lot, I’ve only missed one lecture (it was Friday at 3pm, give me a break), I’ve written a bit more for some upcoming posts and I’m working with more creatives! Most notably, the amazing Samsung Social Media Star, Sibu Mpanza, who’s been taking lovely pictures of me recently!