Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Darkness Peering: Graduate Parade 2010
I have joined the fabulous world of Youtube!
And I have uploaded a video from my graduate parade, showing my final collection from Whitehouse Institute of Design!
Enjoy :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKfe38gvxiU
And I have uploaded a video from my graduate parade, showing my final collection from Whitehouse Institute of Design!
Enjoy :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKfe38gvxiU
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Que Sera, Sera...
This is exactly how I'm feeling at this present moment.
My final collection has been submitted at school and awaiting the almighty judging panel. At this point, I really don't care what feedback I receive. This is me...
My blood, sweat and maybe tears has gone into this final collection. It is a culmination of who I am, and what I have been through physically, mentally and emotionally; This is the resolution.
So no matter what will and can be said, I'm not listening.
And this collection has formed from a dark place and hopefully something beautiful can come out of it...
'Darkness Peering' , Autumn/Winter 11 will be debuting on the 19th of Nov.
Stay tuned...
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
I'm going slightly mad
"To be honest,I haven’t got a clue.
It’s finally happened,I'm slightly mad..."
It’s finally happened,I'm slightly mad..."
- Queen
Monday, August 9, 2010
The Journey Begins...
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.
Clichéd as it sounds, but tomorrow is the start of my final semester at Whitehouse Institute of Design. It's a very exciting feeling but also a scary one, as now the ideas of my final collection must become a reality.
This collection will determine how the rest of my career will start to unfold.
No Pressure huh?
I must work hard and stay focused!
Wish me luck...
Clichéd as it sounds, but tomorrow is the start of my final semester at Whitehouse Institute of Design. It's a very exciting feeling but also a scary one, as now the ideas of my final collection must become a reality.
This collection will determine how the rest of my career will start to unfold.
No Pressure huh?
I must work hard and stay focused!
Wish me luck...
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
.jpg)
Now the fun begins...
It's the time of year where all the hard work for the semester is rewarded with a well deserved rest. I was very proud with what I submitted as my 1st collection for the year, as it show cases what I am as a fashion designer. Classic silhouettes to shape the womanly figure with a modern twist, but at the same time being influenced by historic elements.
However... 2nd semester is approaching very soon and its finally time to emerge and stand my ground. I am Costume. Always and forever more.
So the aim for my final collection is to successfully marry Fashion and Costume. It will be a difficult task. But I am so ready for it.
My inspiration is a seed, ready to be planted and to grow into something BIG!
To those who are close to me already know that I have delved into my imagination and have been living my swirling ideas for many, many months.
For everyone else, this will be a big mystery until unveiling, with many hints dropped along the way...
For now, recovery is needed to recharge the batteries and refresh the mind. And then the fun will really begin...
However... 2nd semester is approaching very soon and its finally time to emerge and stand my ground. I am Costume. Always and forever more.
So the aim for my final collection is to successfully marry Fashion and Costume. It will be a difficult task. But I am so ready for it.
My inspiration is a seed, ready to be planted and to grow into something BIG!
To those who are close to me already know that I have delved into my imagination and have been living my swirling ideas for many, many months.
For everyone else, this will be a big mystery until unveiling, with many hints dropped along the way...
For now, recovery is needed to recharge the batteries and refresh the mind. And then the fun will really begin...
Friday, June 18, 2010
While the wind blows...
So it's 1:30am, early Saturday morning and all I can hear is the wind. I'm half way through my new school collection and feeling quite confident that 7 garments will be ready by 9am Tuesday morning...But maybe, it's the delirium talking.
I hope not...
We will see! Stay tune for photos...
We will see! Stay tune for photos...
Saturday, June 12, 2010
"While the men are away, the Women will go and play..."
Just some shots of my last years (2nd Semester) collection. Based on Men's tailoring and Japanese Origami and taking inspiration from women's utility uniform from WWII.
Welcome and Thank You!
Hello All!
I plan to use this blog to keep you all informed about what is going inside my creative head. Currently, I am more focused on Fashion as I am still studying at Whitehouse Institute of Design, Melbourne. Eventually I would love to get into Costume Design as it is my first and foremost passion.
This year is my 3rd and final year of schooling, so I'm very excited to get out into the big wide worlds of the Fashion Industry or the Entertainment Industry.
I hope you all enjoy my blog and please invite others to become followers. Support is greatly appreciated!
:)
I plan to use this blog to keep you all informed about what is going inside my creative head. Currently, I am more focused on Fashion as I am still studying at Whitehouse Institute of Design, Melbourne. Eventually I would love to get into Costume Design as it is my first and foremost passion.
This year is my 3rd and final year of schooling, so I'm very excited to get out into the big wide worlds of the Fashion Industry or the Entertainment Industry.
I hope you all enjoy my blog and please invite others to become followers. Support is greatly appreciated!
:)
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)