To honestly the best weekend of my life. . .
London stole my heart.
London street style stole my heart.
London Fashion Week stole my heart.
Let’s just say my heart is stolen completely.
I’m genuinely not sure if anything in the world makes me happier than clothes and street style, which growing up I saw as a shallow love to have, yet the older I get the more I realize that art is art and it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
I found out I was attending fashion week three days before it started. I eagerly face-timed my mom, I ran around the studio screaming and jumping, I cried as I bought my last minute plane ticket (that one hurt a bit) and I got in a taxi at 3:30 am the next morning. I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
London was a game changer for me. I met some crazy people on the streets and had one too many glasses of champagne at a show, I came out of literally one day of it with a completely new mindset.
I told myself I would literally do everything I’m capable of doing to end up where I want to be in this industry. I don’t think I’ve done anything else with my time in the last week besides investigate how to take over the world.
Chase your dreams, fool.