like haddaway's been asking himself "what is love?" way back in 1993, this morning i changed these lyrics in my head to "what is creativity?" to match the rising situation.
as you might have noticed i haven't been posting as regularly lately - i decided to channel all my strengths, pouring them into getting closer to what seems impossible - finishing all the work still waiting to be done for my studies. oh, the pain! it hurts, and it hurts bad!
my daily routine (besides dragging myself out of bed) consists of whole-lotta researching and then gathering the information into a this-should-make-some-sense whole (which, to me, usually does't), packaged in hours and hours of sitting behind a desk. i don't enjoy this and i don't enjoy knowing my ass is turning into yoghurt because of it. thank god the weather's being kind!
so to trick myself into starting working, i love beginning the sitting-and-staring-at-the-computer daily session with a little of harmless fashion feed. this morning, after getting a mail from my mom with a short article about some serbian model, i somehow ended up on models.com's top 50 women list. i quickly scrolled through the obvious "leaders" when that "Well, well, well. Look what we've got here." line crawled up on me at nr. 20. steven meisel - good job! and ms. carlyne cerf de dudzeele - i really love the way you styled candice. and ms. swanepoel - i believe you're pretty happy about being on vogue italia's cover. too bad i don't buy every single issue of every single version of vogue, because then i probably would see your work first. but it's fun either way.
i believe i'm not being envious here (except for ula's slender body and her perfect smile which isn't a part of this shot anyway), i believe my all-permiating criticism is completely justified this time. i know it's hard being creative in this day and age. afterall - it's all been said and done. but come on people! can you at least try a tiiiny bit harder?!
you be the judge:
i'm adding a little bit of jim jarmusch to make this bitter end sweeter:
“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is nonexistent.”