It actually came as a surprise to me the other day to discover that my love of ice flows and snow was sincere, and rooted in my not-so-recent past. I did not realize that my love of the snow capped mountains and ice of the had stuck with me for these 6 almost 7 years post college, and I have gladly gone deeper and deeper into the abyss of nature with each winter excursion.
These two sides of my personality really puzzle me. On one hand, I have this desire to make all things beautiful, to be a part of creating "cool" and glamour. It is the way I express myself and the way I interpret the things I love. On the other hand, I just want to push my body to the limit, to climb difficult things, and ski in remote and dangerous places, and "feel the fear" absent the whole notion of fashion, and people's opinions.
I can't exist merely on one side of the spectrum or another the way I think people expect you to. There is no suitable stereotype. That is just entirely me. Somehow my clothes seem to emerge from these natural experiences and adventures, without my conscious effort. There is fantasy in that that I love.
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On a side note: what I find interesting is that Karl Lagerfeld must have had a similar interest in nature this season (or one might think) from his fall/winter collection. Karl Lagerfeld imported a 265-ton iceberg from the northern reaches of Sweden to Paris' Grand Palais to creating an expensive and highly elaborate set especially for the show.
Incredible, but frightening to think it was so large that it could have potentially had an impact on an ecosystem. Ice is melting so fast. I am sure some polar bear would have appreciated that block of ice a lot more than a bunch of cold cranky Parisens.
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