Moody Vintage: August 2014

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Private Collection: Norse Star

L ook #2 is inspired by my second crush. It was my first school crush. No, it wasn't a classmate, it was a teacher. I was unfortunate to...

There's this journal that was given to me as a gift from my very close friend Sabrina (aka the Jessica to my Harvey). It's a sophisticated, dark grey journal, with the name Istanbul imprinted on the front cover, tempting you to feel the smooth grooves on each letter. An outline of the Istanbul skyline is set in the background, as it is a promotional item from Turkish Airlines. She brought it for me after her short trip to the so called Paris of the Middle East. It may not seem much, but I think it's beautiful. It has that old world feel to it. It's been sitting in my room untouched up until now, I never knew what to write in it or if I ever would. But recently, something happened in my life. It's not life-altering but it sparked an idea; I knew what I wanted to write about in that journal. Women.

All the significant women in my life are going to be in that journal. A handwritten account of each woman I fancied, was attracted to, crushed on, infatuated with, and the ones I was foolishly in love with. Obviously, those intimate details of each account will never be disclosed. What I can share with you are each woman's characteristics that make up her style. Through each of these looks, in what I like to call the Private Collection, you will be able to imagine what each woman looked like. So this is a separate book of its own, but you can still search for each look from the Private Collection under the category of The Outfit on my page. Well, the intro is done. Let's start from the beginning: my first crush.

As a young boy, being my mother's only child, I would be dragged along to wherever she went. This meant I was always surrounded by women. My love, respect, and appreciation of God's most beautiful creation started at a very young age. It was around the 3rd grade when I first encountered my first crush. She was a family friend. Some of you who know me, know exactly who I'm talking about. Regardless, let's call her Nefertiti. This Bangali beauty was a total knockout. Her flawless fair skin, sharp features, and a welcoming warmth was second to none. I couldn't understand it at the time, but I was always drawn to her. That killer smile, my God. She was always kind to me in her playful nature, something I will never forget. When I got older, I wondered if a woman could be so perfect. A few years older than me, we never really connected like I would with other women later in life. Nonetheless, she was the first. I would like to think she was versatile and confident, so her look can be left to the imagination.

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