Keep On Keeping On

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And it’s a balance of finding your own voice through creation. And sometimes like what [Jean] said about Saint Laurent, how you were really inspired by the way he dressed himself or how you guys are inspired by stylists that help you dress really good but were terrible when it came time to pick things and organize things.

I think people have that perception about what I would do. And I think people have that same perception about myself and what I have learned. We’re going to turn down in 2014. It’s just to have patience. This is basically my third presentation to the world. I mean I wanted to go to [Central] St. Martins but Louise [Goldin] said that I was too famous, so I basically had to learn clothes through Style.com, through Scott the Sartorialist, through Tommy Ton, and luckily I was rich enough to make mistakes and learn just by being a fashion victim, which I definitely have been a fashion victim, and to flip it from being a fashion victim to maybe a fashion icon to a person who can give an opinion, and that’s what I’m in the process of doing. So I just want everyone to be patient with me.
— Kanye West

Le Miserable

One evening, when my boyfriend came home from work, he found me on his sofa, wrapped up in a fuzzy blue blanket in front of my laptop with watery eyes. 

"Tell me my life will not be like Les Misérables!" I sniffled.

"No, your life will not be like Les Misérables," he said, hanging up his coat, "You need to stop watching that trailer."

"Tell me that everything will be okay!" I insisted.

"Everything will be okay. It will all work out."

"That's what Fantine thought," I pointed out, "She thought everything would be okay. But then she ended up in prison! And had to sell her hair! And became a prostitute!" I started sobbing at the thought of having my hair lopped off with a dull razor. 

Perhaps I was being a tad overdramatic, but it's certainly scary to imagine that life will only continue getting worse and worse like Fantine's did.

After nearly three years since breaking off a five-and-a-half year relationship, I feel like I'm still in recovery mode--not emotionally, just in the get-my-life-back-on-track sense. But, honestly, what is there to do but to cry a little, laugh a little, and keep going?

On Being A Paper Bag Princess

A page from Vogue Hommes Internationa

The life of a paper bag princess is a dichotomy, but it's one that's purely circumstantial. It's a momentary fall from grace; a bump in the road. It's that scary what's-gonna-happen-to-me state when you're in-between jobs or when you've just broken up a long-term relationship. Whatever it is, it causes you to do a major financial readjust to the system.

For example, to the outside world, you might be carrying a Chanel handbag (that was purchased at 90% off at a sample sale eight years ago) around town, but, little do they know, because of your strict budget, you make your own lunch at home. Or, you're treated to a fabulous lunch at The Plaza by a friend but, instead of supping at Cipriani's for dinner, you find yourself heating up a can of soup. It's a yin-yang way of life that you've somehow come to accept. At least for a while until you can figure things out.

Try this one for size: I was recently invited to go on an all expenses paid press trip to Gran Velas Riviera Nayarit, an all-inclusive 5-star resort in Puerto Vallarta next week. But, guess what? I haven't secured a job yet! Imagine getting emails asking you to pick your preference of luxurious spa treatments and off-site adventures while you're simultaneously scouring the Internet for jobs. Oh, the irony.

You can't be a paper bag princess forever, though. This is impossible if you're smart and willing, and full of hopeful, positive energy. The coin will turn. The coin has to turn.