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If only that was for real-- Pause, play and rewind buttons would make my struggling life story better. I wish I could erase the past. They say, “ Fall seven times, stand up eight” but how long more for that much awaited sanity?
Dinie.
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No updates—Now you know why. With Ridhwan in the military (not by choice) shooting dove and ‘defending’ the country, ‘blog editor’ responsibility has been pilling up.
Mykromag has launched its new blog, with layout done by Art Director Louis Liu. Same black and white features with minimalist approach, even better content with a fresh layout!
I’ll remind you often with the gist of updates via onesixtynotepad but you’ll have to head down to read. Expect backstage coverage of fashion week, preview collections by designer friends and we’ll let you experience a ‘behind-the-cellphone’ footage by contributors such as Thomas Tait. (Just received a picture of Anna’s head with no hair out of place.)
You too could be part of Mykromag because we: “WANTS YOU ALL TO SNAP AROUND DURING FASHIONWEEK AND SEND THE PHOTOS OUR WAY!”
We’ve also introduced a press kit with every new issue. Bloggers, PRs or interested party kindly drop a comment with your email or email photos and request for press kit directly to contact@mykromag.com or dinie@mykromag.com
MYKROMAG BLOG.
Dinie.
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A blog post about the toughest fashion-related experience in a shopping mall loved by many polytechnic dragon boaters and closeted gay muscle maries. When you think shopping was easy, that only applies to shopping at the Hilton or/and ION. I did a ‘trial-internship’ with a magazine last week and I thought it didn’t go as well as I want it to be. I was given a task of doing a product shoot and I was thinking, “ okay, Jil and DVNplus a dash of Marni will do”, and then came the worst part which was; To source at insert shopping mall, Think Megan Fox and Angelina Jolie. (If you’ve been on par with RCFA, you will know that Momma Jolie only wear black, as for Megan, the less is more.) I died. Not in RZ way but died, dead and not living anymore. All that Jil-DVN shit down the drain.
There were approximately ten shops (if not less, because some were closed) selling women’s apparel, two were okay and the rest are meant for Hello Kitty’s mom. I spent over eight hours on both days just to source for the stuff! Pfft.
The week after, at the studio, my assignment was a failure. Of course, I too didn’t like half of the things I picked. Not that it was a shocking revelation or whatever but it was simply expected. One of my life’s motto is ‘I don’t invest in things I don’t understand’, because if I did, it will turned out bad and unfortunately, I had to.
All I’m hoping for now is that this will turn out better than the last contributor’s page. That is all.
Dinie.
Edit: Seen the final product, i like it. Heh.
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You guessed it! The pictures above have nothing to do with this post. Well, maybe it conveys the hallucinatory state that I’m in, you know, stress. (Sean O’pry is thatshu?)
Tomorrow being the start of tutorial break, I thought I would update you on the past months. Discussing this might get me in trouble again but at least I could refer to this in the future when writing a memoir that you obviously won’t have.
I don’t have to be a psychic to know my future for this coming semester. I still remember that day, year one semester two when you ratted on me. You told the whole panel that you’ve never seen my work ever. I wonder if you would have done the same if you didn’t know that I was the one who ‘lead’ the complaint.
Three years later, nothing changed. I was criticized about being a blogger and was constantly reminded that I am an amateur in this industry (yes, referring to the style: august article). “ You can’t barely walk, you want to run. I’ve been in this industry longer than you, working for big companies blabalbalbalabla. Anyone can say anything on the Internet but, that does not mean they know everything”. My only question was… “And you’re still here teaching me, an amateur because? Oh yeah, you’re too great for Milan. Paris can’t afford you because of your amazing experience.”
If I give you an image, you asked for ten images. When I showed you ten, you said one is better then ten. Somehow you manage to find loopholes to accuse me of being ‘smart’. Sometimes I wonder if you really know what you’re talking about, blabbering about Yohji Yamamoto and Westwood for the whole of two hours.
In this day and age, professionalism no longer exists, only sarcasm. Oh, need I count the number of times you walk out of the class for hours and never came back? Why not correct our mistakes instead of stomping out the class and spend lesser time degrading us.
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I’m not satisfied with my sportswear design project because I feel that I was forced into a direction that is against my own esthetic ( I try my best to incorporate some of mine into my work). This project was restricted to of his likings. For god sake, please stop ruining my design by adding pockets and ribbons please.
I’ve been really looking forward to class (lately); I learnt more technical skills, which makes lesson even more enjoyable. I guess lessons should be that way, lecturers gives us the foundation and improve on it. The downside, I’ve been sick a lot this month. I’m on a new medication for my skin and side effects is bound to occur so I guess it’s normal.
Dinie.