tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48309362752128757512011-07-07T15:45:56.262-07:00You are what you wearp a u l i n ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05765430090478690406noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830936275212875751.post-5304511289446042872010-05-13T11:42:00.000-07:002010-05-13T11:44:21.158-07:00<!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--><script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/719841.js?style=button&align=center&include=all"></script><div id="hype_container_719841"><div id="hype_photo_container_719841"><a id="hype_photo_link_719841"><img id="hype_photo_719841" src="http://files4.lookbook.nu/files/looks/medium/603320_lookbook.jpg?1273775513" /></a></div><ul class="hype_button_ul_719841"><li id="hype_button_action_719841" class="hype_button_li_719841"><a id="hype_action_719841" class="hype_button_a_719841"></a></li><li id="hype_button_link_719841" class="hype_button_li_719841"><a id="hype_anchor_719841" class="hype_button_a_719841"></a></li></ul><div style="clear:both;"></div></div><!--END HYPE WIDGET--> <br /><br />I don't tend to smile in photos. It's awkward.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830936275212875751-530451128944604287?l=darkhorse-the.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>p a u l i n ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05765430090478690406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830936275212875751.post-85659575805782053732010-01-04T07:08:00.000-08:002010-01-04T07:32:11.240-08:00The <strong>darkhorse</strong> is a horse one would least expect to win, only to rush past the favourites in a sweeping triumph at the moment that matters most.<br /><br />Although usually not a quitter, I gave up a promising future in commerce to join another rat race of a completely different field.<br /><br /><strong>Fashion.</strong><br /><br />At the risk of sounding lame, <strong>I love fashion</strong>. I loved it before I knew what the word meant. I loved it before I knew Christian Dior revolutionised fashion with the New Look, Yves Saint Laurent gave women physical liberty in the form of Le Smoking or that Calvin Klein/ Kate Moss began an era of models so skinny, girls starved themselves (some die in the process) to achieve that cocaine addict effect.<br /><br />I'm the <strong>dark horse</strong> because I hadn't always aspired to be a fashion designer. I've had a career in commerce and is starting out from the bottom again, and I'm not getting any younger.<br /><br />My family is not loaded and my mum is not a retired model/ designer/ fashion editor/ buyer/ rock star. I didn't learn to sew/ draw when I was 2, and I was always pigeon holed to be the "businessy" type in high school.<br /><br />But I am <strong>making my mark</strong> in fashion starting yesterday. I want to be extensively involved in fashion somehow.<br /><br />The <strong>darkhorse</strong> is about my inspirations, aspirations, loves, hates, wants and opinions about all things fashion.<br /><br />I might even ask for a (fashion related) job from time to time. <div></div><br />So watch this space and read this blog as I race towards <strong>The Moment</strong>.<br /><br /><strong>Pauline xx</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830936275212875751-8565957580578205373?l=darkhorse-the.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>p a u l i n ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05765430090478690406noreply@blogger.com0