I love fashion because I’m a narcissist, clearly .
If you think about it not everyone who is well dressed and on with the trend can hop on the train with obsessive maniacs like us . We see the world as a museum and we would not accept anything less than a masterpiece. The question is where do we stand exactly with the masterpiece ? Are you the curator ? Or the collector ? The painter ? Or are you greedy / hungry enough to be the masterpiece itself ? If you ask me , the best relationship to have with it is to be the muse .
It takes guts to own up to where you place yourself and making sure that it’s at the top . And if I’m not proudly conceited enough am I even an artist ?
[ excerpts from the fashion and aesthetic journal I’m too lazy to write ]