I for one has lost abit of my starry-eye love for fashion. Don't get me wrong. I still love fashion and designing. But the ambition, the hope, the never-ending thirst, and the burning desire has faded quite abit. It's hard not to get jaded in this small island where young talents are not given chances to shine and people only pay attention the fashion when it involves big names like LV and Chanel. How many people even know the brain behind the recent gorgeous collection from Dior came from a guy called Raf Simons? Or that Karl Lagerfeld (a well respected name in the industry) helms both Chanel and Fendi? Nah. Here in Singapore, people only care about the monogram bags, with LV plastered all over, that shout out "hey I have an LV and I'm rich".
Thus is the superficial country I live in. Truly rich people do not flaunt their wealth in this way. But it is those who falls short of being filthy rich, are the ones who are so desperate to flaunt what they have.
Anyway, I still haven't lost my desire to do what I love. But the fire that burns so wildly has since been extinguished a little. My daring dream of wanting to be a couture designer will remain a fantasy to be relished in my sleep.
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