Last week, I was celebrating my 70th dresses anniversary. Congratulations to myself!
Call me crazy- that’s how my Ma does, but I love each and every one of my gorgeous dresses. I love them as if they were my own kids. I had put thought when I bought them, I wear them with care, I treat them with love.
This is me, when it comes to fashion, when it comes to choosing my outfits every morning.
Two Shabbats ago, I had an argument with a friend about why do people spend so much money on such a superficial and basic thing as clothes. I have to admit that I didn’t know how to defend myself. How to stand up for what I feel about my wardrobe. To explain to my closest friend why I buy so much, why I appreciate and even admire fashion designers such as Dior, Channel and Valentino.
Honestly, I have no idea how it all began. The moment I have realized that fashion is my true love and this is what I want to do for living is sort of vague. But I know one thing- fashion is all we have. It’s the thing that makes us feel alive, it’s the thing that makes us smile all day long.
Some will say I’m shallow. Some will say I need to grow up, and take my life seriously.
One time, while I was visiting one of my best friends in New-York, she asked me what do I want to do when I’m an official grown up- which means after university’s done.
I told her I wanted to do fashion. I want to write, talk, feel, live fashion. I want to do styling, I want to touch the glamorous art pieces that high fashion designers have to offer.
She looked at me and said: “Ok, now for real”.
I looked back at her, really speechless. I have no idea what I want to do in my life except of being a fashion journalist or a stylist.
I told her that everyone has dreams. Some more realistic, some not. But the higher you wish for, the higher you get yourself in life. This is my motto.
The jewish Valentines day was just this week, and honestly, I could not care less. Maybe because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with, or maybe, just maybe, in my opinion, we don’t need one special day a year to celebrate and enjoy life.
Love is all you need? Not necessarily, as I was learning during these past few weeks.
You need friends, you need family, you need air and food- you need a passion which would engage you during your daily life.
For me? Fashion is this passion. Fashion is my love.
The man who would comr and try to change that would, have to be damn special.