Fashion versus style
by Vildana Kurtovic
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I cannot recall how many times I've gone to bed, only to lie there
conjuring up my outfit the next morning. Will it be the black pumps
or silk ballet flats? The fur-trimmed coat or my Chanel-replica sweater? And
then it hits me: I will be going to class in the morning, trotting through
the snow to get to my 8 a.m. English course on the civil rights movement.
I get to class and as were watching documentaries
from the ‘60s, fashion is yet again on my
impressionable mind. They
dressed classy back in the ‘60s. I wish that was more the case
nowadays.
Throughout the day, my mind wanders a couple
of more times, this time while I sit on the bus, critiquing my fellow
peers fashion faux pas that afternoon. I cringe at the sight of what
is a trend now entirely overdone—Ugg boots.
I get back to the place I call home at college—a dorm room not
even the size of my closet back in Detroit. I sit down and check my
email, my exam scores and the fashion bible–“Vogue”—to
help me make sense of the day.
Now, you seem to get an idea about me.
Maybe the wrong one, so let me clarify.
I don't plan my day around critiques of Midwestern
college students—I've
already come to the realization I'm in the wrong place at the wrong
time. I long for the day I move to the Big Apple.
I also don't plan to stay awake deliberating
my outfit choices for the following day—that also merely just
happens.
I concentrate in class, write down every single
word spoken by the documentary narrator’s mouth, but when an
idea presents itself right in front of my dreary half-asleep eyes,
I can't help but become inspired.
My life has been far from glamorous, unless you consider
being a refugee in Germany and immigrant in the United States because
of the war in Bosnia an enchanting life. I have made it through hard
times. I am still realizing who I am through this whole college deal,
while my parents, to this day, work hard for me to be able to sit here
and come to that realization.
I have never been known for dressing in the
latest designer threads, but I was still Miss Vogue of my senior class
in high school. I
don’t particularly follow mainstream trends found in all corners
of the mall. I've found my refuge in high fashion designers like Karl
Lagerfeld and Christian Dior. The drive and the creativity impelled
by the beauty of this multi-billion dollar industry proves to me that
you don’t have to be a heiress to dress fabulously.
As cliché as it may sound, I truly believe that style is something
that can last an eternity, while fashion fades. So, while I am
sitting here, given this opportunity to advance my education, surrounded
by intellectuals and driven people of all sorts, I have come to one
clear realization.
The multi-billion industry is made up all sorts
of people, but what sets Karl Lagerfeld and so many other wonderful
designers apart is the passion for this form of art. A passion
so inspirational that I am not only inspired to wear the designs,
but to immerse myself into this industry.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “Do
not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and
leave a trail.” The
fashion industry is all about taking new directions and doing something
new. I cannot help but relate this quote to my life’s direction. You
may find me among a minority of Bosnians in the fashion industry, but
isn’t that what this industry is all about?
I think so, and I can’t wait to follow
my self-guided path.
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