Things at the moment
Inspiration, inspiration, inspiration – the word pops up everywhere in the production chain of fashion: Designers travel the world for “inspiration”, bloggers get outfit “inspiration”, fashion photographers seek out “inspiration”, journalists have a flash of “inspiration”, well, you get the idea. To put it straightforward: Inspiration is the cornerstone of fashion, both literally and figuratively speaking.
Inspiration isn’t always as easy to find as one might think though. And believe me, I’ve had writer’s block, days when I’ve been unable to write a single sentence. In my despair over not being able to create I hunt inspiration in magazines, blogs, newspapers, books. It’s to no avail. I am in a state where I reject everything I read and see as simply ”shit”.
So I am, all stressed out and feeling awful for not being able to produce any literal masterworks. And I can only perform tasks that doesn’t involve thinking. Non productive much?
Eventually I come to a point where I am ready to give up my journalist dreams and wish that I will never see a laptop again. Then I usually go on a (very upset) walk, headphones plugged in and blasting some skankalicious tune. Or I wander aimlessly around shops, not really looking at the clothes.
After a while (can be hours or days) my brain’s inspiration centre comes to life, which I can only describe as if the world becomes colourful again. A jacket is no longer just a jacket, it’s reminds me of Yves Saint Laurent’s S/S 68 Safari jacket. Which in its turn lead my thoughts to Diane von Furstenbergs African tulip dress and then to New York and how wonderful it was to see Monet’s Water Lilies at the MoMA. And all of a sudden my fingers are burning to hit the keyboard.
Don’t expect me to explain this chain of connotations, all I know is that something (may it be a piece of clothing, a rap song or a tree, anything) inspires me and in the end I have a finsihed article. The next time that ”something” is very likely to be completely different, and I have absolutely no idea what it might be. Therefore I have to look at everything. I can never stop. I don’t want to stop.
Legs In Rhythm 
