Mea blog, mea praecepta.  That’s Latin for my blog my rules.  I have no boss, no deadlines and no physical labor (other than photography & typing).  I get things done on my watch and done my way.  It’s relatively easy when things are running smoothly on this side of the fashion realm, but on the other side, well it isn’t all glamor and jewels in which Vogue chooses to present it. She wears a Gucci ring, a Michael Kors watch and Band-aid branded bandages which seems to have become an accessory to cover up her fashion ‘tattoos’. Inside a showroom or a fashion house filled with beautiful people and stunning dresses can get real ugly, especially when fashion week comes around.  Designers, cutters, pattern makers and production managers even models are all at risk of some sort of danger, whether it be mediocre or major.  Most often than not, you won’t die in the field of fashion, but there are physical scars that remain from the seasons prior.  In a showroom or during a fashion show prep, one can easily hurt themselves under pressure.  The other day my girlfriend told me she was close to burning her face off while steaming a garment and just last year she came home with a swollen & severely burned index finger which really had me mad, but more importantly worried.  Worried that it may happen again or something worse.  I write this to you because I can’t handle another story of her almost getting hit by cabs or to ask you (the readers) for more tissues because I’m running out of them to wipe the tears of her face.  She talks and I listen, I log on and vent.  Sometimes, unconsciously, she takes her stress out on me, but who do I put our weight on?  I have to apologize to my readers, but I needed to vent, there isn’t anyone else I could turn to.  To Sarah: I pick you up from work because I don’t want you coming home late by yourself, it isn’t safe.  I visit you at work and you may think it’s to bother you, but it’s to see if you ate during your hectic schedule.  I take the train with you back home so you can talk to me then eventually fall asleep on my shoulders.  I’m here for you and I know your future is bright, keep working hard, but just keep safe.  I love you. -Paul

Mea blog, mea praecepta.  That’s Latin for my blog my rules.  I have no boss, no deadlines and no physical labor (other than photography & typing).  I get things done on my watch and done my way.  It’s relatively easy when things are running smoothly on this side of the fashion realm, but on the other side, well it isn’t all glamor and jewels in which Vogue chooses to present it.

She wears a Gucci ring, a Michael Kors watch and Band-aid branded bandages which seems to have become an accessory to cover up her fashion ‘tattoos’.

Inside a showroom or a fashion house filled with beautiful people and stunning dresses can get real ugly, especially when fashion week comes around.  Designers, cutters, pattern makers and production managers even models are all at risk of some sort of danger, whether it be mediocre or major.  Most often than not, you won’t die in the field of fashion, but there are physical scars that remain from the seasons prior.  In a showroom or during a fashion show prep, one can easily hurt themselves under pressure.  The other day my girlfriend told me she was close to burning her face off while steaming a garment and just last year she came home with a swollen & severely burned index finger which really had me mad, but more importantly worried.  Worried that it may happen again or something worse. 

I write this to you because I can’t handle another story of her almost getting hit by cabs or to ask you (the readers) for more tissues because I’m running out of them to wipe the tears of her face.  She talks and I listen, I log on and vent.  Sometimes, unconsciously, she takes her stress out on me, but who do I put our weight on?  I have to apologize to my readers, but I needed to vent, there isn’t anyone else I could turn to. 

To Sarah:

I pick you up from work because I don’t want you coming home late by yourself, it isn’t safe.  I visit you at work and you may think it’s to bother you, but it’s to see if you ate during your hectic schedule.  I take the train with you back home so you can talk to me then eventually fall asleep on my shoulders.  I’m here for you and I know your future is bright, keep working hard, but just keep safe.  I love you.

-Paul