Thursday, November 26, 2009
I have this secret; I love filling out forms, questionnaires, surveys and the like. Weird I know. Anyway. Onto the questions!
1. You are extremely well-read and knowledgeable for someone your age, why is that?
Why thank-you madam :) I guess it would go all the way back to my childhood. I came from Romania with my mum at a very young age, and so I grew up speaking Romanian as my first language, not English. Once at school, I desperately wanted to learn every word possible in this 'English' and so I set about doing just that. I figured books were my way in to the world and once I realised this, the reading corner became my sanctuary. When I didn't understand, I would read. When I was confused, I would read. Perhaps because of that, I have this insatiable appetite for words, books, thoughts, ideas and knowledge that I can't explain (or maybe just did). Just like that, I was hooked and I can't imagine being any other way!
2. You love to op shop. If you became richer than you ever needed to, would you still frequent op-shops as much as you do and why would that be so?
Hell yeah! I would frequent them more than I do at the moment, knowing that no piece of beautiful clothing would be left behind due to lack of monetary funds. I started op-shopping purely out of necessity through my uni days, but it quickly evolved into something I loved. Even now, perusing through shopping centre clothes racks leaves me cold, as each item is duplicated to infinity. But not so with op-shops. Every imaginable piece of clothing/accessory can be found there, from delicate ladies gloves to real fur coats in top condition. Come to think of it, if I had more money, I could gorge myself on real vintage stores, the ones that stock authentic 20's, 30's, 40's and 50's clothes that I could never afford. Our stuff these days just can't compare to the glamour of the bygone days.
3. Which person has had the greatest impact on your personal style, and how was the impact effected?
It would be too hard to pinpoint one particular person, but there are a few blogs that really fanned the flame of my curiosity in the fashion world. One of the first ever blogs I stumbled across was skylarkandson.blogspot.com. She's a 30-something mum who is fearless with her clothing choices. Also fashionhayley.com, a Melbourne girl, made me realise that what I wear can be an extension of my personality.
But above all, the best blog for inspiration is Scott Schumann's The Sartorialist. Images from around the world that are just incredible and always make me push the envelope.
4. If you didn't teach, what would be your chosen profession and why?
Interesting question. If you'd asked me a year ago, I could have rattled off a myriad list of professions. But coming to the end of my first year of teaching, I simply cannot fathom doing anything else. I really love it so much. Although....that could be a lie. Eventually, I would love to be a lecturer/tutor at a higher education facility, maybe university and I have this crazy dream of lecturing/tutoring at Bible college. The history of the Gospels, the validity of their eyewitness accounts just fascinates me and I would love to do that eventually.
5. Who is your all time favourite designer and what do you find inspiring about his/ her work?
At the risk of sounding like a bleating sheep following the fashion crowd, I would have to say Chanel & Dior. The timelessness of their pieces and the way their designs are slaves to the female form and not the other way round is just lovely.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
The nurse at the treatment center finds the wound several hours later. The center has no detox, names her too great a risk, and does not accept her. For the next five days, she is ours to love. We become her hospital and the possibility of healing fills our living room with life. It is unspoken and there are only a few of us, but we will be her church, the body of Christ coming alive to meet her needs, to write love on her arms.
She is full of contrast, more alive and closer to death than anyone I've known, like a Johnny Cash song or some theatre star. She owns attitude and humor beyond her 19 years, and when she tells me her story, she is humble and quiet and kind, shaped by the pain of a hundred lifetimes. I sit privileged but breaking as she shares. Her life has been so dark yet there is some soft hope in her words, and on consecutive evenings, I watch the prettiest girls in the room tell her that she's beautiful. I think it's God reminding her.
I've never walked this road, but I decide that if we're going to run a five-day rehab, it is going to be the coolest in the country. It is going to be rock and roll. We start with the basics; lots of fun, too much Starbucks and way too many cigarettes.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Do you think anyone would shift uncomfortably in their seats? Do you think anyone would stand up and walk away? Do you think anyone's heart would start beating faster and faster and their face redden?
I do. Because mine certainly does when a video is shown mocking, teasing, insulting the man/god who I revere, who epitomised love.
And yet. That's okay. No, not only is it 'okay' and acceptable but encouraged, promoted and rewarded. The culture of this day says "If you want to be admired, seen as intelligent and cultured and open-minded, all you need to do is voice your opinion and add to the crowd's clamor that Jesus-followers are stupid, ignorant, blind and bigoted."
Where's the tolerance then? Where's the need to 'respect everyone's opinions?' Where's the open-mindedness then? Oh sorry. I forgot. That's only for Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus, Mormons, Scientologists, Atheists, Agnostics, Jews (or maybe not, poor souls), and so on and so forth.
Somehow, I don't think anyone would dare show a video mocking Mohammad or the Muslim faith. And rightly so, because no-one's faith should be, but mocking Jesus? Oh please. That's old news.
I know this blog is usually about all things fashion, but I just had to get this out, or else some poor colleague will unknowingly be on the receiving end of my frustration.
No-one has to agree, or believe me, or even nod politely. All that's needed is a little reciprocal respect.