in the beginning.

      when all is lost beauty lives on.  there is something innately visceral about a classic, modern, well maintained southern women. in the beginning beauty was for me a dreamers escape;  hats, gloves, occasion dressing, suits, and day dreaming of circumstance.  my story is short and sweet, born in the south , raised in the south, creating beauty in the south.  i have a degree in both costume and fashion design and am working as a freelance designer/stylist.  as of late my need to put my day dreams and fantasies to paper has become more of a need then a desire as i have realized that this piece of creative expression has yet to be explored.

        at what point are you trying to hard or not enough? who or what decides that? and when did dressing up become just a sunday occasion?  at some point in everyones life they become accountable for their action.  the clothing you put on your back and the way you carry yourself should be taken into account shouldn't they?  i find myself looking for a time when women wear heals and men ties to go the moves, the grocery store, the park.  at some point in american history we were told that its not about how you look but what you do and who you are. why cant it be about all of those things? in no way am i saying that there is not a place or even a need for t-shirts or cargo shorts; however, i feel that as people grow up we leave our blanket for a teddy bear named bill and then an imaginary friend named bubba.  and as adults we use comfort clothing as a replacement for the "security blanket" of the past.  when will you grow up?

                               

                                               bottega veneta