Lessons From A Faceless Mannequin by Joel F

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Passing by a window display, staring at the faceless mannequin, a sense of wonder touches me.  Why most of the time that faceless thing wears an outfit classier than mine.

That awkward moment when it can pull off an outfit better than i can.  So i tried to fit in all the sizes, trying so hard to replicate that thing and suddenly end up buying just to boost my self esteem.

That moment when i thought that fashion is all about name and not feelings.

How can a faceless emotionless mannequin tell me what’s good for me and what’s not?

I look into it and i suddenly see myself, a clueless expression covering my real emotions.  The inner voice whispering that fashion is you, only if you truly feel it, not how others see you nor on how the trends define you.

Fashion is never wrong.  It’s like the clouds that change its shapes and the sky that changes its color. To be engulfed by it is like eating a cake and licking an ice cream.

Some days they’re so sweet, some days you don’t feel it , not because your mood dictates your taste buds but only because you think time is the culprit.

It changes as fast as that ice cream melts long before it touches your lips so you better have it.

So different from Art that time is not a chief antagonist but a friendly ally.  Fashion is an art, but art can never be fashion.  Art is timeless.

So next time i look at the faceless mannequin and see a beautiful window display, i just smile. I know i will never be Fashion. I will always be an Art.

 

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Red Roses White Lies

 

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A Quote by Gregg Allman,  Poetry by Joel F.

Red Roses White Lies

They say that i am blind
but i know the colors of the rainbow

they say i can’t paint
but in the sketches i draw

can’t you see
the colors in my jewelries?

and if fashion
is my passion

why is it i can never
make clothes

that will cover me
when i’m naked

when you gave me
those red roses

white lies and
all those praises?

Is it because
i love your true colors

that i’m having a hard time
telling the truth in black and white

when i see the rainbows
in your eyes?

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Homage To A Drama Queen

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Have you encountered a Drama Queen?  For sure you do,  there are thousands of them in wordpress,  millions in facebook…….I’m one of them.  So let’s pay homage to ourselves and let me recall my experiences with them, oops , i mean us.  But first i have  to make a dramatic exit and leave.  Don’t worry,  i’ll keep you posted.  Promise!    – By Joel F.

 

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Shopping Freebies

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I wonder why i have few photos in any shopping malls i’ve been to.

Let me guess.  All of them almost look the same?  Nope not really.  Every shopping mall is distinctive in its own way.  Every mall has its own unique ambiance and feel.

Now i know why i have such a few shopping mall photos.  It’s  because i’m not really a shopaholic or a shopping diva!  I get an  orgasmic feeling (oops, pardon my words) in visiting museums or dropping by in flea markets.

I’m such a cheapskate when it comes to splurge shopping but it doesn’t mean i don’t get excited everytime i hopped  in a mall.

It still offers a variety of experience:

the excitement of letting my fingers run through a mountain of color coded items during the rummage sale and ending up not buying a single thing.                                                                          

(This is not intentional. I’m not here to give store people a hellish experience.  It happened just once,  nope, just  twice,   alright, i admit several times but i do buy when i see something i like.)

the smile in my face when i see an artful window display.

(Artful equals tasteful equals vulgar equals obscene equals tacky,  anything catchy.  Taste is subjective)

 the hedonistic pleasure i derived from watching people as i sit on the bench pretending to be waiting for someone,  when in fact i’m just sitting because i don’t have a single cent to spend on that too good to be true discounted signature items splashed  all over the mall.                                                              

(Did you see that va vaboom lady carrying a handful of  LV’s with her daddy?  Ok i’m not being bitter here.  Envy is a green eyed monster,  jealousy is blue, my eyes are neither of the two)

and that endless rebuttal with a friend proving my point that yes he is really her daddy, not the kind of thing that causes diabetes.  Until someone nearby butts in telling us to mind our own business. Priceless!

 (Look who’s talking, unwanted eavesdropper, if only i could tell her to mind her own business too.)

Who says you need to shop to get ample shopping freebies?  Cliche as it may sound, the best things in life are still free. 🙂

 

 

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Lessons From A Faceless Mannequin

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Passing by a window display, staring at the faceless mannequin, a sense of wonder touches me.  Why, most of the time that faceless thing wears an outfit classier than mine. That awkward moment when it can pull off an outfit better than i can.  So i tried to fit in all the sizes, trying so hard to replicate that thing and suddenly end up buying just to boost my self esteem.

That moment when i thought that fashion is all about name and not feelings. How can a faceless emotionless mannequin tell me what’s good for me and what’s not? I look into it and i suddenly see myself. A clueless expression covering my real emotions. The inner voice whispering that fashion is you, only if you truly feel it. Not how others see you nor on how the trends define you.

Fashion is never wrong. It’s like the clouds that change its shapes and the sky that changes its color. To be engulfed by it is like eating a cake and licking an ice cream.  Some days they’re so sweet, some days you don’t feel it , not because your mood dictates your taste buds but only because you think time is the culprit. It changes as fast as that ice cream melts long before it touches your lips so you better have it.

So different from Art that time is not a chief antagonist but a friendly ally.   Fashion is an art, but art can never be fashion. Art is timeless.  So next time i look at the faceless mannequin and see a beautiful window display, i just smile.  I know i will never be Fashion. I will always be an  Art

 

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