You Gon Hurt Yo Back Like Dat

So in my last two posts, I embarked on a life altering journey- the figuring out "what I am doing in life" kind of journey.

In any spiritual journey we are told to 'get rid' of material possessions, people who aren't good for you and surround yourself with the things that make you happy. Unfortunately the world that I live in, people are innocent until proven guilty (so I force myself to give them the benefit of the doubt), and I feel slightly uneasy without certain material possessions that I own. This would be completely different if I lived in a small island somewhere, with no care and no hardship... alas, I have chosen to live in the wonderful city of London where money dictates your joy, your looks, and your ability to let loose. 

Throughout my journey thus far, I've realised that my possessions that have truly come to my rescue are........... my bags. Ones bag consists of everything that we (think) need. See it as a metaphor for ourselves, an outer shell, if you will.  

Look at this way. You ARE the bag, everything in the bag is all the small quirks, kinks, etc that make you up. i.e how you perceive yourself or how others perceive you.

Now my bag, however, contains:

• Reading books (I always carry two depending on my mood), 
• Note book, 
• Agenda, 
• Sketch book, 
• Fashionary, 
• Large pencil case, in case I decide to water colour on the tube (which has yet to happen), 
• iPad, 
• Reading glasses, 
• Sunglasses (for when the sun comes out...never, but a bitch gots ta be prepared)  
• Always a random small trinket that puts a smile on my face when im angrily rummaging through my bag.

This is what I refer to as my B.J bag.. don't get too excited B.J = Before Journey.

What does this bag say about me? I would like to think; full of ideas, eager, wants to be inspired, and have very light sensitive eyes. What would other people think of me when looking through my bag? artsy hipster dick. But oh well, I AM my bag.

I would say my B.J bag was fairly organised. I knew where everything was and those days my bags were more totes than weekend bags.

Nowadays the bags have become bigger my life a bit more hectic. So in addition to all the above, throw products in there, clothing, shoes etc the bag becomes a mobile room- ready to change into outfits at any point depending on where I was sleeping, and also keeping all my things in one place so my things didn't overflow into the people and friends who were kind enough to let me stay in their places, personal space- because I am a considerate mo fo like that. But god damn talk about carrying around baggage eh, Call me the fucking Mary Poppins of Fashion, with the bag that keeps giving.

The great news is, I will have my own place at the end of the month! whoop whoop! finally I can leave my baggage at home like the rest of us.

So this post is an homage to the bags that got me through this little bump on my journey.

1. My large Longchamp:

My flexible travel buddy: we had a great time me and Longchamp. He took a few hits, I wasn't always as kind as I should have been to him, but he understood. We were handle in hand a lot of the time and when he couldn't bare the weight, I was more than happy to carry him like a child. I love him, so much so that I feel he might need a personalised brother:

Longchamp

2. My delicate Christian Louboutin:

Sensitive and demands attention, my Syd bag by Christian Louboutin also took a slight beating, which is quiet visible- serves me right for getting him in white. However, very robust and easy to carry either by its delicate handles or its strong straps as a backpack, giving me the option of taking its front pouch off and using it as a small man bag....who are we kidding? a clutch, I use it as a clutch bag so the fuck what?

Unfortunately the Syd bag is no longer available in this shape.. The new shape definitely seems like it could potentially take a beating or beat the shit out of someone else. My kind of bag.

Christian Louboutin

So to conclude; in order to actually progress in your life, you need to look back and see what has been holding you back/down and get rid of it. Too much baggage weighs you down. Living out a suitcase is never fun. We are people that can't go without different clothes, underwear, combs brushes, etc etc etc..not for necessarily superficial reasons...but for hygienic reasons. Use your bag as another metaphor for your life, what do you want to carry with you, emotionally/physically?  What do you want to let go of and leave behind? - Your bag represents you, inside and out. Don't carry around unnecessary bullshit that is only taking up space, treat your bag (you) well and fill it up with what fulfills you- but whatever you do, wear a fucking fierce bag and make them eat it!

x

What a ball ache

Some of them are mighty, some of them are smooth, some can be intimidating and others can be well groomed. I can only be talking about one thing...well no, this can be a few things really...but I am talking about what has been continuously popping up on my newsfeed during the recent Men's Fashion Week antics. 

Im not one to repeat what everyone else has already said so, I wont. I'm sure that once you see the few images I've put up you'll disregard any of the writing or maybe this whole post completely. However I do feel this is something that must be discussed and not made a mockery of or thought of as yet another 'outrageous designer' going to far.

We (the voices in my head and I) are referring to the penis filled show Rick Owens show. So yes; he had a few willies flopping around the catwalk...so what? The fact of the matter is, there are a lot of people in the world who have them. Call me old fashioned- but maybe it's because I posses one myself, but I just dont seem to see what the problem is. I mean, are we not trying to free the nipple? Why should we discriminate and not free willy too?  We cant expect one gender to progress and hinder the other. Are we not living in a time were both genders take each other hand in hand and attempt to achieve the best for each other? What everyone seemingly missed out on was the fact the pieces in the show were absolutely stunning! Beautiful draping, mixed texture and fabulous silhouettes, all the makings of a good show, (and yes the controversy as well: lets not pretend it didn't add a little bit extra meat to the show).

Controversy is what makes fashion- its not all pretty things, florals ball gowns for women and tailored suits for men, its a form of art. It is supposed to make you feel something; angry, peace, etc etc. This isn't the first time Rick Owens had a controversial show or any other designer for that matter. This has been ongoing for centuries- how do you think we got to wear what we do today? Controversy! If that wasn't the case, women would still be in wearing corsets and bloomers and men would be in top hats and canes...maybe we shouldn't have disregarded ALL of the past- I would kill for a good top hat. Either way that was just one century that evolved from another, and another and another. 

We need to stop looking at this as joke and truly delve into what these designers are insinuating about todays society. It's not as simple as just getting a dick out. Vivienne Westwood was queen of this before, and have we forgotten Alexander McQueens Highland Rape collection, showcasing distraught vulnerable models walking down the catwalk? Strong work, powerful even- it makes you feel something. People continuously complain about how shallow the fashion world is, yet become highly critical and judgmental when designers push boundaries, or when they make people think. Society has placed fashion in a box of unimportant luxury, only for the few, but doesn't art do the same? I dont exactly have Francis Bacon art work hanging in my home, but it wont stop from going to see any of his work in museums, it does not make sense to me. 

I understand that a few designers do not consider themselves as artists, which is fair. But as a fashion spectator I am expressing what resonates within me when I see a collection, a show or when reading an interview with one of these designers.

From penises to butt plugs, the designer love of my life, Walter Van Bierendonck, colourfully expressed himself as he always does. Once again, a show that was discussed over an over again due to his use of butt plug accessories completely forgetting the combinations of prints and gorgeous oversized ponchos and wonderfully printed jackets and coats, not to mention the transparent tops with 'controversial' writing.

We as a nation/society/unit/people need to start truly using our minds and souls before passing judgment on these collection. Its not all fun and games, a lot of time and effort and thought goes into these shows overflowing with concepts and comments of how the world truly is at the moment. In a few decades from now we wont be seeing a tailored suit in museums representing 2015, we'll be seeing pieces and outfits like this, contributing to the evolution of fashion.  

By Golly, I think he's got it!

Oh my oh my, has it really been that long since my last post? Have I neglected my readers for so long? Have I painfully been engulfed in the working world, loosing my identity, emotionally scaring myself just to make a few quick bucks....isn't there a word for that? Oh yes, prostitution. 

So I guess last years focus was about creating an adult life for my partner and I- alas the partner is no more, the heart has regained it's thirst for life, and the mind has remembered why I left the peaceful sanctuary of Copenhagen. 

Life consists of trial and error......trial and error....just reading those words really aggravates me, does this mean no matter what one tries it will inevitably end in error? why cant it be trial and succession? Are we that pessimistic of a specifies that we expect/ accept failure in fear of success..scapegoating failure as if it were en vogue to fail whenever we try to pursue any ambition we have.

Maybe I am going through a mid 20's crisis....even though I'm nearing the age of 30. To be fair my whole life has been a crisis of sorts when it came to achieving my ambitions. I have been told 'to be grateful for what i had', 'always look on the bright side','it'll happen soon'. To be honest, I am a happy go lucky fucking grateful person, except for when it comes to my career. The sad thing is I knew what I wanted from an incredibly young age, but life (aka me) got in the way. I was getting side tracked by less important things giving them purpose, resulting in avoiding the things that deserved my undivided attention, what I truly wanted from life. And why was that? It all came down to that nasty mother f***er fear. The fear of failure. It's stupid sayings like 'trial and error' that stuck with me...I'm not making a god damn cheese cake where if I do mess it up I can just start again and learn from my mistakes then and there....no no, Im talking about my life.There is no restart button, no going back to square one, because everything that happened after square one has tainted and soiled has square one completely.

So what is this post about then? One of the main reasons I started this blog was to write witty interesting things about fashion because, as awful as it sounds (to some of you,which i dont really understand why I feel bad for this) fashion is my life. Its the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think of before I sleep. So much so that I can never sleep in silence because my mind will keep going and going. This does not mean I like shopping, on the contrary, I truly dislike it. I am talking about going to museums, fashion-exhibitions touching pieces of clothing/ fabrics that can truly bring tears to your eyes. If you have ever cried at a fashion piece, you'll get me. I have only met 2 other people feel the same. Fashion to me evokes the essence of humanity, the truth, the ugly, the beauty, fantasy... watch one of Jean Paul Gaultier's or McQueen's early shows and tell me you dont feel something. Read about Yves Saint Laurent and tell me he doesn't inspire you, watch interviews with Isabella Blow and tell me her poetic wit and diction doesn't make your heart flutter, look at milliners like Phillip Tracey and convince me you dont get transported to a fantastical world of surrealism. The fashion world has a lot to offer our minds, body and spirit. You might think this is over the top- I however, think I'm putting it mildly. It's a shame to think that a world that has so much to offer, shapes, colours, and textiles, giving everyone the chance to be themselves yet we feel its easier to follow the masses and trends. More and more people have embarked on spiritual journeys in finding what they truly desire from life. We are seeking our purpose. Mine is this. Not necessarily writing blogs, but mine is to explain my journey through my life getting what my mind, and every fibre of my being has told me what I am on this planet for. 

I have had my promotions, worked hard, gotten an 'adult job' but something does not sit well in my inner self. Working so hard for someone, giving them all I have and getting little in return is not where I saw myself...EVER. This post is not some 'New Year new me' BS. I have just had an eureka moment of stop feeling sorry for myself and stop blaming everyone for what I haven't achieved. I could sit here and talk about what I dont like about my job, however It pays my bills...I could sit here and tell you about my 8 year relationship that came to an end, but if it wasn't for that I wouldn't have gotten this eureka moment. I have emotionally and mentally abused myself for long enough now, and I finally have the courage to get on with it. I've mourned my loses and now I am rebuilding/reinventing myself.

The reason for all of this (and now it is going to get a bit soppy) is due to the force of friends that I had behind me. Those who saw my talents when I didn't. Those who have faith in me and those who even said they looked up to me this christmas which, I can honestly say I will never forget. Ladies and gents I dedicate anything fabulous I do from here on out to you..

No promises for 2015, just do what brings you happiness. And if something doesn't feel right, step the fuck away and do something else, this goes for jobs, friends, relationships and shit clubs.

Yours truly,

-A 

Another dreaded summer day

Finally the summer has hit London town; the girls are half naked, the hot men are out of hibernation and the city is ready to go. The sun has an incredible power to make everything look better, from the streets to run down buildings and sometimes that weird homeless man that pisses on everything.

Although the sun is out, we here in London never really know how long it lasts for; probably a few hours, days, and if we're lucky a few weeks... but lets not jinx it. On a these gracious days, I put my layering aside and delve into simple attire, keeping it subtle with shorts and a t-shirt. But that's not how I ROLL! So in an attempt to spice up my outfits I look for things like jewellery (which will be another post) or hats ( this post). This year I have really been thinking a lot about hats and the lack there of. They are extremely difficult to pull off yet they can really complete a look. I wish more people would were hats. There is an infinite amount of styles and shapes to fit everyone's awkwardly shaped head! So lets go for it guys! lets go crazy. Let the sun frazzle your brain and in that state of insanity, buy a hat!

Here are my two picks for this summer:

Reverting back to my youth, the collaboration with New Era and Kenzo evokes my bad-ass teenage ghetto life. Awww the good old days, when you thought skipping school in baggy trousers and smoking in graveyards was the bee knees. 

Another option, for the more mature or the more dressy up summer days is this sexual hat I bought from a small town in Spain last year. I haven't had the chance to wear it yet, but I'm thinking today might be the day. 

Very Saint Laurent, but very poor quality as its a novelty hat, but hey, who is going to come up THAT close to me to see how its made? If anything it embodies a playful summer day. Not too uptight, if it gets messed up, it only cost me €5 so I wont be losing much, except of course for the memory of the trip...catch 22. Lets just keep our fingers crossed hope that I don't lose it or ruin it.

-andrew

Mourning Glory

Great jewellery is extremely hard to find. It has only now hit me why my mother and her friends got all theirs custom made whenever they went back to Egypt. Obviously getting anything custom made in Egypt doesn't come with the same price tag is it would in the western world.

I have been in the market for a ring that I can wear forever, look at daily that puts a smile on face. This has been an incredibly difficult challenge of late. Finding something timeless is always a struggle due to my obvious changes, both emotional and appearance in terms of clothing; finding yourself and growing up is never easy, if anything its boring, dull, and a waste of time, but necessary. Our ostentatious lifestyles from clothing to going out, at times takes a halt whilst we reluctantly contemplate what we are ACTUALLY doing in our lives.

Usually when thoughts so inappropriate like these enter my mind I go through what i see as a mid-mid-life crisis, longing for the days when life was simpler, assessing who I really am. This always results in me throwing out half my wardrobe, self-deprecation, followed by an intense few days with Oprah and reading self-help books, just to study the human condition....obviously.

It's a constant battle to better yourself, finding your essence and what you want from the world and what the world can give you in return. So let me manipulate this whole situation and turn 'finding our true selves’ into fashion.

Fashion is about what we like, we represent ourselves by what we wear, indicating our likes and dislikes. (We'll keep it simple and just keep it emotional, so I will refrain from commenting on class, status, etc etc) so what happens when you don't like yourself? Or when you don't know who you are? How do you represent that? It is then when I meditate unclothed, and listen to myself- and no, this doesn't take a few hours, this is a transition that takes weeks of intense thought, avoiding people and truly becoming your own best friend. So the next step is to, like a snake, shed your old skin aka get rid of anything that you associate your old self with, making way for the new you.

The one thing that I have never thrown out though is my jewellery. Why? Because of its sentimental value. For instance I wear a necklace that previously was all the gold I received from family and family friends when I was born. (It's a cultural thing; you're given gold when you're born, rings, pedants, etc etc. I guess frankincense and myrrh died with Jesus) so at the age of 16 my mother took all my gold and melted it to create a necklace with a pendant. I barely see it and at times forget it’s there, but haven’t taken it off since i was 16. It is the most in-offence piece of jewellery I have compared to my obnoxious Vivienne Westwood costume jewellery (which I love). So now I need a ring that I can wear and treasure as much as I do my necklace.

The good news is that I came across a ring that I have completely fallen in love with. From its name to how it's made, to its overall look. And here it is.

At the SHOWstudio at Motcomb Street I truly fell in love with this Jennifer Corker piece of art. Inspired by mourning rings worn by the Victorians, commemorating the death of a loved one, this ring represents my past deaths and will represent my future deaths. A little morbid for you faint hearted, but there are always life altering changes, good and bad, that are the cause of small death within all of us.

My mourning ring harbours everything I love. Sentimental memories and traditions of the past, that have been forgotten about in our modern day lives, as if resurrected to remind us of the past. Not to mention it is made of gold and has a silk centre. The silk has the luxurious sense of being incredibly delicate, but is surrounded by the solid gold outlining it and protecting it. The best metaphor of myself.

Unlike most clothing, jewellery is always timeless. There is a reason why they are passed on as heirlooms, admired by many represents bonds, no matter how simple or over the top. It represents the person wearing it, and I assure you each piece of jewellery you have has a story to tell about your past and will undoubtedly be part of your future.

Clothes come and go but jewellery is forever.

-Andrew

Jesus, Mary & Joesph

Holy moly, praise Jesus and deliver us from evil. In correlation with the cuming, sorry I mean coming of the new pope, we have seen religious iconography appear on fashion attire. Givenchy obviously stole the show continuing their bold prints that are ever so well translated into men's fashion, darkening their mood in what can be seen as a Corrado Giaquinto painting battling between good and evil.

Having said that, there seems to be a design team that people seem to be too terrified to discuss in fear of the Vatican striking them down. Good thing I'm here. Dolce & Gabbana absolutely crucified this seasons menswear, in a good way, not the stigmata kinda way, that's just a bit horrid. No one really wants to think of getting their clothes bloody after some weird religious experience. They never mention that in the bible do they?

The pubescent models is what did it for me, and no, not in a sexual way. They all had a sense of innocence to them that has been completely misused, baring the burden of the religious imagery on their chest that I'm sure a few of us know the feeling of too well. Once joyed of the idea of being protected by a higher power, disheartened by the truth these alter boys walk down the catwalk with a sadness, fear and loneliness in their eyes. It is beautiful. Now this is a comment of society today via fashion like we haven't seen in a while. Pure brilliance.

Not to mention the choice proportion of the garments. Dolce & Gabbana forget their sheers and tight fits and seek the over powering over sized tops submerging their fragile models in an image they can not yet fathom. Love love LOVE the concept and the execution of the pieces and the whole show. Romantic, drastic, truthful and beautiful.

-A

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Much Love

Andrew 

Comfort is where the sole is

Day in and day out I run up and down steps, walk for hours and am on my feet constantly for my job. Adorned in spikes, snake skin or the finest of leathers, my feet get to live in the lap of luxury while I am constantly reminded of how wearing tight shoes might ruin ones feet in the long run. However this is how I like my shoes. Call me masochistic if you will but I do love getting my shoes a half or full size smaller as I believe they last longer and make my feet look more in proportion with the rest of my petite fisique.

Now the thing is this; when the day ends and my once lavished feet are ready to commence their long journey home, I take off the snake skins keep them safe for another day and put my feet in something supposedly more comfortable shoes.

For a while the trainers, sneakers, plimsolls DM's, boots etc etc etc never really did the trick. My feet would still not feel the ease that everyone says they are meant to. So after thinking long and hard I decided to go back to my past. Remembering what shoes used to make me feel uber comfortable.

Much like all of you  I had fashion transformations; ghetto, skater, indie boy, preppy, grungy- which is why I like clothing, design etc because looking back you can always see who you were and where you've gotten to until this point, and trust me even though you might think you are not part of a group, someone will always label you, and once you're labeled, your subconscious frustration will make you move on to something new.

Anyway whilst thinking about my previous styles and phases, I remembered an argument I had with my mother ( nothing new) at the age or 15. She continuously attempted to throw out my favourite pair of shoes away and I would always find them in the bin. Now let me just let you know that I have never been a unwashed, dirty teenager. I bathed regularly and did take care of my appearance, having said that; there were a pair of shoes that I wore until they were completely cut up, whole infested and all in all just horrendous, yet they were the most comfortable of shoes. These were my black and white checkered slip-on VANS. At the age of 15 having begged and pleaded for these shoes, I remember the abuse I would get for wearing them. People didn't seem to understand the checkered pattern, but I believed there was something very serene and yin and yang about them (thats me tapping into my early Deepak Chopra). Although the harass from what is now known to be one of the biggest fashion capitals in Europe did not stop every time I wore these shoes, I did not mind, as I knew and truly felt I had the happiest feet in all of Copenhagen.

So dear readers, 10 (nearly 11) years later, after remembering my happiest feet moment, I realised that although I sometimes choose to forget the past, sometimes the small things that creep up, creep up for a reason. They remind you about good times and how you have become who you are today. Therefore I have succumbed to going back to my checkered VANS, the best shoe I had in my life. The one that made me stand up for ridiculous comments, step on negative thoughts and arise to my stronger self at the same time whilst being incredibly comfortable. 

 
I am not the only one who has picked up on this. High end Luxury designers have done so too. effortlessly chic Celine, constantly creative Christian Louboutin, and a collaboration with an homage to vintage Hermes. The cloud like pillowed soles have made their way in to high fashion, it doesn't necessarily mean it will take over, it just means you have more options to play footsie.

Andrew

Celine, Pony Hair & Snake Skine

Christian Louboutin, Roller Boat 

VANS & Hermes Collaboration.

VANS

Truth & simplicity

First and fore most let me apologise for the lack of posts, life has taken over and I have been forced to take on a full time job where all my spare time is spent on eating or sleeping. If only there were more hours in the day.

For a while now, fashion lovers have desired the effortlessly simple Celine T-shirt. Like all things in luxury fashion, one had to be quick to purchase this simple and chic piece.

Now for those of us that lacked the funds or weren't quick enough to get our hands on the t shirt, designers have come up with a way to create these tshirts with our loved logos on them but come with a joke like twist. Enter Michael Agwunobi. With a fashion sense of humour there is no wonder why his t-shirts have to be constantly restocked on his website with a great client list like Rihanna.

Now more recently after a previous article I wrote for Men's Fashion Magazine regarding the change of the Saint Laurent logo, a new t-shirt has been introduced to the market. Clever, witty and some what true, the 'ain't Laurent' t-shirts convey what a lot of fashion followers feel about the brands new identity yet is never really talked about in the industry.

Both are also a comment on fashion. Not done in a very f.p.c ( fashion politically correct), but speaks volumes of truth. Lining up the but the bitches to buy a tshirt that is sooo simple and easy to make with a price tag of your monthly food shop, and the other expressing what we all think about a logo that has been with us for decades, and taken away from us so abruptly like death of its founder.

One ironic and the other true.. For those of us with a humble income that appreciate designers and fashion and find it more than just clothes we wear to keep warm, this pieces are a new start to an suave anarchistic change. A new side of fashion is emerging and I don't think it'll be pretty. But so far it's been brutally honest and clever.

-a

....or not......

So obviously I was given the wrong info. A while back on my wonderful blog (you know its wonderful), I was given the news that Christopher Kane would be taking over Nicholas Ghesquière position at Balenciaga. This was apparently not true, according to WWD this morning the designer that will now become creative director of Balenciaga will be the effortless stylish Alexander Wang. Does it make sense though? Maybe it's just because I was just coming to terms with Kane's take over, but can Wang replace Ghesquière? to be honest Wang is always a great way to get over things. So here's it to Wang. Let Wang prevail! VIVA WANG!- Here at WhatIsABoyToDo I wish him the best of luck! 

To Read what WWD said click here.

The MIU MIU

Last night the brilliant Miuccia Prada opened her exclusive 3 day members club at the Café Royal in the heart of London. This limited occasion consists of a bar (obviously), restaurant and a small shop where those invited can shop till they drop whilst sipping on their Champagne deep into the night. Now how great does that sound?--AMAZING! For us who unfortunately have not been invited, the great news is we get to log on from home and hear the wise words of Shala Monroque and Penny Martin tonight starting at 6:30 GMT. Although I would have much rather been sipping cocktails with Nick Cave at last nights event, I'll definitely be watching tonight's conversation with the hope of being awed by very inspirational women if the industry. Hey, beggars cant be choosers. To watch tonight follow here.

dressed to kill

This all started when I first saw the Balmain collection. Heavily embellished, very structured  somewhat armor like, the Balmain 12-13 collection blow me away. Since then I pondered on how this effeminate look can be translated into menswear? Then a small trip to Spain reminded me that its has already been done! Matadors have been adorning appliqued, embellished uniforms for decades.

In the beautiful city of Nerja, I, together with my partner and his parents, enjoyed the last of the sun, great food and drinks with a constant view of the stunning Mediterranean sea. Little did I know that I would see something that will not only inspire me for my next StitchUp London collection but it made me even contemplate moving to Spain. It's weird the effect clothes have on me, I barely understand it myself.

In a wonderfully elaborate hotel Chris and I came a across this beautiful Matador custom. A piece so stunning, that I had to try to take as many pictures to try to do it justice. In a glass box, treat as if it where a masterpiece, there it stood right by the reception commanding attention, and that is what it got.

Every individual tiny detail in this one piece can create the most romantic collection. So obviously designers have already picked up on this and here are a few things that are my personal favourites.
Lets start with the A.F Vandevorst shoes and make our way through to Balmain.

Unfortunately I couldn't find a Matador jacket to take back with me so I opted for the Spanish Sombrero. This does not mean that my quest for the jacket has ended- this is just the first chapter of my journey to get it. To be continued.