The Cross I Bear or Rebel, Rebel...

I had my Fashion History midterm and I ACED the hell out of that mutha....

I love it when I do that. But I love the subject and I am really good at memorizing stuff. I mean come the hell on, after all that I have done? After memorizing organic reactions and IUPAC nomenclature, and names of bacterium and viruses and fungi and every disease known to mankind, and all the info about all forms of drugs and everything else, not to speak of Shakespeare plays, Opera arias, or every song that Journey ever put out, this was actually FUN. I am a former College Bowl champ, so it's not even fair. But ssssshhhhhhh! I hate it when people know I am smart like that. It completely KILLS my cool punk rocker image. It brings out the overly smart and eager-to- please chubby, kinky curly -haired little girl who got tormented at school for being that way. And that person in there, that is just for the "petit commitee".

We also had a demonstration on how to make chainmail and armour... it was MEGA cool. I think I am going to make a piece of aluminum chainmail for my final collection because it TOTALLY fits in with my theme and inspiration. My final student collection is going to be AMAZING!!!! I conceived my closing piece today ( I am starting by the end) and I am already trying to figure out how to source 7 yards of black stretch silk and where can I outsource some SERIOUS beading....There is NO WAY I can do that and 15 other pieces by myself.

Which brings me to the topic...

Why am I always being cast in the part of the "enfant terrible/ rebel without a cause/ trouble making" person?

I guess it's because I question everything and I am innovative and original and creative. But in science I am that way. In dance I was that way too. And in fashion I am heading that way at the speed of light.

They were talking about the annual fashion show and how they have a particular category about clothing made of unusual non-fabric materials. I want to make a dress out of vinyl and condoms and safety pins. The girls in the Fashion Club were saying that the Dean/Department chair is going to have a cow. She has such a provincial "But what will the grandparents and parents in attendance think?" provincial dance recital mentality. I DON'T GIVE A FUCK if the grandparents have a heart attack, because I am ACLS- certified , yo! On top of that, I am almost grandparent-age my damn self, word. I am opening my bloody show with a model I engineered with my own DNA. How COOL is that? Beat that John-freaking-Galliano :-P

I bet Parson's and Central St. Martins would not bat an eyelash about a condom dress. The thing is the Dean/ Department Chair crotchety perimenopausal white lady WANTS the attention and WANTS the press and WANTS the hoopty-doo, but boring whorewear, and Project Runway re-hashes, and shit in debatable taste are NOT going to get WWD and Tim Blanks to her show, you know? My shenannigans on the other hand......

What I am thinking of doing is enshrouding the whole endeavour ( my collection, the team, the models and everything else ) in complete and utter secrecy and creating a whole decoy scenario. Like making a second set of EVERYTHING, including sketches and then, pulling the swap, swearing everyone to secrecy and then VA-BOOM-BOOM... She is not going to know who the TV vans and the press is for....

I think that is the best plan of action, because otherwise, they are going to FLIP their maxipads.

The cool part is I am planing this almost 2 full years in advance....