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Writing a blog, has been for me my news years resolution for the past 5 years. It is only this evening that something inside of me has decided to spur me me into actually doing it, so here I am! Whether I think I'm interesting enough for people to actually care about my life or not, I feel it is important that I put my creative energy into something worthwhile, seeing as painting and drawing didn't work out for me despite both of my parents being artists, and as relaxing as 'Netflix and chill' can sometimes be, it's doing nothing to inspire me or ignite some sort of supernatural spark in me that will take me anywhere great. I am not exactly sure what I'll be writing here, and I can assure you that I will be as surprised as you are when it comes to the continuous thoughts and ideas that never seem to stop tumbling through my mind, but here I am, 24 years of age and still trying to figure out what I am doing with my life, all I know is I have a dream (cringe but TY Martin Luther King- FYI I don't know what my dream is exactly but it's something great) and I am not willing to settle for anything less than soul fulfilling (*again- whatever that may be)
As well as fashion, I like to travel although most of the time my bank account doesn't quite agree but I also love photography, snorkeling, tramping and reading- mainly historical and historical fiction as deep down I am a bit of a history nerd and If I wasn't so attracted to the bedazzling glam of the fashion world I'd probably be following the quieter and more modest path of archaeology. Feminism is something that has taken my interest and I have started to read more to become a better informed feminist. These are all the things that I will probably include in rambles and in my tangents as #smallcitygirl.
Prior to moving to Sydney, I moved from an even smaller town to a small but wonderful city, Wellington. I came to Sydney with my all supportive and loving boyfriend in the hopes of attending Fashion School (to do business rather than design as I mentioned before drawing and designing wasn't passed down to my gene pool). We didn't know anybody and had no idea where we were as we had never been to Sydney before, but we both found jobs and an amazing flat in the first 1.5 weeks. I started working for ZARA and got accepted into FBI Fashion College, so things were going well and as planned, I even started making friends with people whom I worked with, who have now become my best of friends. And things were going better than planned when I was offered the opportunity to become part of the Visual Merchandising team which turned out to be the best and most challenging thing I have ever done apart from completing 3 years of university - I probably stress cried more than I should have done in both but anyway it was rewarding nonetheless. As much as I loved my role as a VM there's something inside of me, I'm not sure if it's intuition or an extremely vain alter ego who thinks I'm destined for something more and pushes me to do more and be more but I quit with the intention of making the most of my school and finding out what it really was that "set my soul on fire". If there is something I have learnt the last few weeks from some very inspiring people, is that you should ALWAYS trust your intuition, so here I am.
I start my new job for Camilla & Marc on Wednesday and I have an upcoming interview lined up for an internship at GUCCI (!!!!!!) and in April I will be volunteering at a Vogue runway show, all which I am very excited to be doing. Who knows where I will end up or what I'll be doing, but maybe I'll make sense of something while writing and taking photographs- two of the only things which I don't seem to be bad at. Anyway if you're still reading this I hope that you don't feel as though I have wasted a 3-5 minutes of your life, if you do I sincerely apologise and if you don't, well I hope you come back!
much love, Eva