If you are sitting at your seat's edge wondering about fashion in September, you are not alone. The magazines, bloggers, fashionistas, designers, and all major fashion companies are all in the midst of a thriving boom of creativity.
Fashion's Night Out, too, as an event is going to be teeming with visitors and consumers. Are you ready? If not, you may want to get your date book and pencil things in, or start to talk to friends about your plans to go or stay. It will help you bring a finality to your plans.
This exciting time is to be shared by everyone and in various ways. People who have an aversion to travel and crowds may tend to visit sites or catalogs online as well. So there is an opportunity for everyone!
Start to visit different sites and look to see what is to be your cup of tea.
An example is http://www.fashionsnightout.com
Start somewhere! Don't be left out during this important season.
We encourage our readers of fashion to read about the events and stay in the know! You never know where or when you will need to collaborate with an exciting venture during Fashion Week.
Happy September, bloggers and others! This time is especially just for you.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Bloom!
Wade in -
Gathering reams and reams
of softly - woven verse
lying next to me in a
heap of papers...
(someone once wanted you!)
ready to be bound
in manuals or hard
cover on shelves
I stretch pages
the cloth that clings
to my covetous arms
the print that rails
at me, jarring me
at a moment's notice
attention, silk,
brocade, upholstery,
slivers of spin - offs and
glossy, and porous pages of shiny
faces and metaphors
that dangle willingly
on my tongue and leap as
if off a diving board
into the quiver
of my rosy - white fingers
Fashion hails me
in books and in soft cloth
and I view my apartment
as a silent studio that
never belonged to anyone
other than me
although in jest,
it would have been traversed
with soiled shoes of strangers,
needing things they said I supplied
to no one in particular
Was it a word, then?
Instead of a page?
A yard of fabric
instead of tattered rags
of newspaper print
and silky, slippery ribbons
and many, many more decorative pieces
all fusing
gathering and yearning
to be enfolded
by my arms
I stand as a silent creator.
Gathering reams and reams
of softly - woven verse
lying next to me in a
heap of papers...
(someone once wanted you!)
ready to be bound
in manuals or hard
cover on shelves
I stretch pages
the cloth that clings
to my covetous arms
the print that rails
at me, jarring me
at a moment's notice
attention, silk,
brocade, upholstery,
slivers of spin - offs and
glossy, and porous pages of shiny
faces and metaphors
that dangle willingly
on my tongue and leap as
if off a diving board
into the quiver
of my rosy - white fingers
Fashion hails me
in books and in soft cloth
and I view my apartment
as a silent studio that
never belonged to anyone
other than me
although in jest,
it would have been traversed
with soiled shoes of strangers,
needing things they said I supplied
to no one in particular
Was it a word, then?
Instead of a page?
A yard of fabric
instead of tattered rags
of newspaper print
and silky, slippery ribbons
and many, many more decorative pieces
all fusing
gathering and yearning
to be enfolded
by my arms
I stand as a silent creator.
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