Every couple of months, an excuse is made for a fresh start to be had with a purposeful disregard to fathom the cause of this mind set for want of a new spontaneous, uncaring outlook on the negative aspects of our lives.
I have spent the past week being pulled between the indisputably linked, yet contrasting tugs of backward and forward.
Backward in the way of a painful reminder that the unwanted parts of your past will never cease to follow you despite countless "fresh starts", but the much loved and treasured parts of your past and present can crumble unforgivably in seconds.
Forward in a sense of the university application process looming, and the all too realistic triangle of social hierarchy that is forming in front of my eyes as my group of friends begins to see people fall behind due to academic inadequacy.
Maybe emotional fresh starts are impossible, as each aspect of your personality is a reminder of your past.
For this reason, I have seen the best and most effective fresh starts to be found with the arrival of new seasons. A/W10 has been particularly comforting with its abolition of tacky frills and spills in favour of honest, flattering and timeless pieces. Prada travelled back in time to the era of the hour glass, and Chloe have accelerated forward towards the idea of the modern women with their capsule trouser collection. Phoebe Philo has moved Celine forward into modern minimalism and wearability, forcing the likes of Balmain to take a back seat. This season really does feel like the season of change, acceptance and honesty as fuller figured, more mature and ultimately more realistic models take to the runway. So after going backwards and forwards between the extremes of perfection, fashion has finally begun to steady itself in favour of truthfullness;
a medium in which I soon hope to find myself.
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