It feels nice to be back on your own blog. Indeed. After a few weeks of total preoccupation with studies and the so called fashion world, I decided to give some signs of existence here. Home sweet home after all. While I was away I did some interesting things but unfortunately didn't manage to read as many books as desired. But I realised my insides don't seem to tolerate coffee so if you ever find a picture of me with this drink, I probably took it from someone else. Rachelek got his first baby bunny leash and Bobek got rid of way too much fat, making us all a bit alarmed. I finally found my dreamed leather jacket thinking that winter is long gone but the weather outside proved otherwise. I had to throw out my beloved sneakers I bought back in high school and this parting resulted in getting not really comfortable loafers at ZARA (blisters and such, you know).
I also witnessed one funny and at the same time irritating conversation. I was in definitely my favourite brunching spot in Warsaw, in the very city centre and next to my table there were sat two ladies. As I judged from the famous big IKEA bag one of them was a stylist. The second one also had something to do with fashion and probably had some experience in styling and working with fashion magazines. But that's not the point. The second lady started talking about one polish jewelry brand (I didn't hear the name but from the rest of the chatter I reckomed it was Ania Kruk) and said it had become popular in Arabia. The Middle Eastern part of me made me raise my head and look at her questioningly. I could sense she sucked at geography as I started thinking what this mystical Arabia is. Arabia Felix? Saudi Arabia? The Persian Gulf? United Arab Emirates? I saw Ania Kruk's store in Dubai so as long as I didn't err myself, she might have had The Emirates in mind. Anyway, it's so far away from Warsaw that there was probably no use precising the exact location and I overreacted. Huh.
But what happened later made me almost laugh my knickers off. The very same lady was talking about traditional female clothing in the Arab world and having failed to name it properly (and having met my eyes looking at her with pity), she sticked to something like 'this abaya, or this shawl, well I don't know how it's called, but you know, this dress they wear'. She was struggling like a fish in the net and had to face the judgment beaming from my face. I quickly channelled my thought onto Emanuel Levinas to avoid bursting in uncontrollable laughter and telling her to get some basic education.
This incident made me think about stylists and all the other people from the fashion world. I'm not saying this is a general statement but sometimes I have a feeling they live in a world consisting of only a few streets in Warsaw, surgery and botox and of course social media. This all looks so shallow that I needed a break to think if there's a place for me in this strange universe. Recently I've got to meet some more people from the industry and almost none of them inspired me. I wasn't angry. I was dispointed that people who aspire to form some sort of elite, know so little about the world and their biggest problem is a decision between a bomber jacket or mules.
Yesterday before falling asleep I took a look at dariadaria and thought that maybe not all hope is lost and there are and hopefully will be people who have a message and not just product placement or free flights around the world.
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