There were about thirty other people waiting outside of Pogo with me that morning. What a peculiar bunch of people we were-- a mix of white, black, rich, and poor. I observed the different personal styles among the group and compared them to my own style. This morning a pair of Jordan's and a pair of Nike SBs were releasing. As a result, there was a fascinating converging of cultures in the line. It would be another three hours before the store opened at 8 a.m., and at this point I was beginning to question my judgement
Time began to pass and soon enough the store was open. The line finally began to move towards the door; with each step my excitement grew. I eventually made it to the entrance and I still remember the relief I felt as the warmth of the store hugged me and pulled me away from the brisk air outside. I asked for a pair of the Concord Nike SBs in a size 9.5, beginning to remove the wrinkled roll of bills …show more content…
I began watching interviews with my favorite designers, sketching my own ideas, and even bought a camera to document my ever changing style. One day I even noticed my music affecting my style, as I sifted through the internet looking at pictures of what my favorite artists were wearing. I began writing reviews on some of my favorite pieces and here discovered a love for writing and journalism. Fashion even connected me to the beauty of surrealism. An art project my junior year had me create a closet for someone in the 1920s. This is when I discovered the poetry of Arthur Rimbaud and again found my love for fashion connecting to another form of