New Beginings

Well.....its about time I updated this blog. It has been 6 months since I last wrote my depressing love letter dedicated to a better life.
Not much has changed other then the scenery momentarily.
During my leave of absence from my blog I moved back in with my parents in Saskatchwan where they and about 150 other people take up residence in the most desolate area in the province. I starting working at the one and only bar in the town (what does that say about society, that there can be the smallest blip on the map but a bar is one of two businesses within it?) and learned a lot of things.

For one thing, I fully believe that the world as we know it is rapidly changing all around us. Thats a given. The reason why I had this epiphany is because of the patrons I regularly served and their reactions towards me. Dressing the way I dress garners myself a lot of attention whether it be negative, positive, or down right perverse. I have no one to blame but myself and that's fine, if I want to dress like a nun, prostitute, super heroine, starlet, or whatever I will dress like a nun, prostitute, super heroine, starlet, or whatever. Back to the point, the regular patrons and even many of the random ones took quite a liking to me. They were always pleased with the fact that I just didn't give a fuck what people thought about me and I do my thing. They enjoyed the fact that there was someone both interesting and got at the job employed there. But really, no one was more surprised about this then me. Ive done the whole small town thing and for the most part the reactions are pretty negative. Not like getting pummeled in the street or something but more like hearing "FAG" screamed at me as im walking down the street trying to enjoy a large coke slurpee.
So yeah it was a reassuring experience. The cherry on the icing was definitely the fact that if people didn't know what I was and still wanted to do unspeakable things to me then the tips were stellar. Same goes for even after they knew about me actually.

So in other news I am back in "The Bridge". Going to hair dressing school. Pretty sweet.
Let me tell you something....do a five strand french braid with no puckers, no gape, and uniform all the way down, and I will gladly worship you like a god/dess. Its no easy thing to do. A classmate actually starting having a breakdown over it and it was only our fourth day of classes.

My boyfriend and I have been together for a year on the 11th of next month. This has been my longest relationship ever and I have never felt quite as happy with someone as I have with him.

I feel bad updating this without even so much as a mention to the fact that this entry is totally "hippy-related stuff" free. Feels kind of like I am cheating on my morals or something....but that happens when you are a hippy and your lover wants to join the military. Is there a love story about that yet, thats set in the 60's? Because if not I feel like there should be. It would fit nicely into the whole dramatic-forbiden-love fad of todays films.

Life?

*editor warning*
*Its emo time here in boho land....a rare rainy day in the hippies paradise*

Commitments.Cities.Jobs.Lovers.Family.Friends.Comfort.
All of these things are various factors in major decisions in life. Ive never really thought about just taking off in the middle of the night before, but when you are down and out, with little to no obligations, the option is very alluring.

Now that I am finished school and a month has passed with no job prospects (I'm not being picky, they are....I have handed out close to 50 resumes in this town) I have slowly been nursing the idea of simply running away to bigger better things in my life. No, its not realistic but it is in fact the state of mind I have been perpetually in for this past couple weeks.

Whats stopping me you ask?
Well a few things really. But mostly just one big one. My boyfriend.
Its been 6 months that we have been together and he is the first guy I have ever been with that I have not wanted to simply use for a couple nights and be done with. Call me whatever you want, I am a 21 year old gay male and sleeping around is in my (and many others like me) nature. When Chris came along I happily sacrificed that part of me in order to make room for actual love in my life.

So yes I am being held back by my love for my lover. A heavy cross I must bear; But I will gladly take another just to be with him.

Besides that I have literally no other strings that need to be severed in order to get on with my life in a place that will gladly accept me with open arms flaws and all. My apartment is being taken over by another pair of college/university students, majority of my friends have left this place to get on with their lives, wherever that may be, my phone is cut off for now, and I have no job to speak of.

Now I have spoken to him many times about my thoughts in this area and the reviews are not good. He has grown comfortable in his lethbridge cocoon and does not wish to disturb the peace. Understandably. Is it wrong of me to be somewhat mad at him about this? Is it totally selfish that I want him to run away from this life with me, so that I can have a life jacket in this ungodly hurricane that is my current life? Probably. And you know what? I have come to terms with that. I am selfish for wanting the love of my life to join me on a journey towards our potential life together. Whats wrong with that?

So instead of just disappearing in the middle of the night, I have taken to the pages of www.weheartit.com and live vicariously through the images of beaches, long windswept hair, and floral dresses worn by gypsy goddesses.

One day that will be me. One day there will be a sad person stuck in their life desperately trying to escape it with claws unsheathed staring at my picture wishing they were me.
But you know what?
That wont be today....and sadly probably not tomorrow.

Tsk Tsk!

Shame on me.
No I did not forget that I had this account or anything, as a matter of fact I have it saved in my favorites toolbar, so it is impossible for me to forget about it.

Well It truly is the end on an era. My life as a fashion student has come to a screeching halt. Two full years have come and gone and my life and time there has zoomed past me just as fast. I have met some of the most amazing friends a guy could ever hope for and the thought of not seeing them everyday is a truly saddening one at that.

Back to the original reason of this entry, I have art to show you all. Its a total shame that I don't have access to a decent scanner though. Also, I think I will probably stop using this blog as much as I used to despite my being in love with it. It has served its purpose to me and the novelty has run out. Now don't get to discouraged my lovelies, I still plan on sharing my art with the world but it will be on the ever popular Deviant art.com

My page there is http://backcombedbohemian.deviantart.com/
It is obviously totally fresh, but when i have the energy to, I plan on importing all the art on this blog to my deviant art, and continually building that as something of an online portfolio.

Chinese Fashion Part 2

So as you know I am in love with all things chinese and japanese fashion.
It is so edgy and cute and everything you could ever want to be!
This picture here is what I want to be!
Its totally simple and casual but still has that delicious bohemian flavour that I love ever so much.
Also take note of the long loose red pigtails. If and when I get my extensions, I am totally going to work the crap out of that hair style. Paired (of course) with an Anne of Green Gables style straw hat, which coincidentally is hung on my wall of accessories begging the weather goddess to send some lovely summer weather this way so it can be worn.
Whilst I was illustrating this piece I fell madly in love with studded clog shoes and short socks.
Just sayin.

Uniquely Unisexual

The only first year fashion student in my list, Troy!

I have met few people I can relate to in regards to boy issues as much as I do with Troy. That is just wonderful!
Troys style is very hard to explain. I feel its like a Hipster and Vikings love child with a flare for unisex clothing.
He is the first man I have met how can work cowls like there's no tomorrow!
A truly talented man, with his smoldering singing voice, and fashion sense to spare.
Here he is oufitted in a cowl neck assymetrical tee, with linen short shorts with welt pockets and exposed zipper. also cant forget the saddle shoes!

Another incredibly focused individual who settles for nothing but the best in his work. I truly admire that quality, and hope that I can slowly sap some of it from him when we hang out.
Fun Fact: He is pretty much an honorary second year student as few first years have become as involved with the second years as Troy.

Edgy Elegance

If you took vogue magazine and a perky red headed fashion student and put them in a blender you would get Kat!
The lovely Kat has this ability to take some of the most inexpensive thrift store clothing and transform it into a couture outfit right out of the pages of some of todays hottest fashion magazines.
Never once have I mat someone that take smore fashion risks then Kat and I feel that, that ability needs to be a highly contagious disease.

"So I went to the doctor today and got my test results back."
"Whats the diagnosis?"
"I have Kat-itus."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that we have to go thrifting right the fuck now!"

In all honesty when I first met her I was taken aback by her clothing, but as time went by and I got to know her I have fallen in love with the way she dresses!
Why shouldn't a person be able bare their ribs? Why shouldn't you be able to bedazzle youe eyebrows or sport some vivid blue lipstick?
The world needs more risk takers like Kat!

Here I have her in a cropped v-neck sweater, a high waisted chiffon circle skirt that is slightly translucent, ruffle socks, ballet slipper wedges, and a big ass hat!
I am almost ashamed by this picture because I dont think I quite captured the boldness that is Katherine. None the less she is another soldier in my "Ariel Army" (along with myself and shelly) and I am totally happy with that!

Gorgeous Gothique

The lovely and brilliant Marita.
W.W.M.D.!? What would Marita do? Finish her homework on time, thats what she would do!
Never have a I met such a young person so grounded and focused. She has quickly climbed the ranks in class to the point of being Mama M (along side Mama T)
Her style I find to be something of a preppy gothic look; and I am in love with it!
She is like someone put my grandma into an awesome machine and threw in a load of lace, structure and wonderful hats! Now when I say grandma I dont mean Marita is old, but simply much more conservative and focused then most people her age or anyone in class for that matter.
One of Maritas most prominent features is her head of black curly hair. So prefectly curly its almost supernatural. Building on that it is also apparently affected by her moods. I once seen her spend an inordinant amount of time at the school trying to sew a project that just wasnt working for her and as time went by her hair grew puffier and puffier. While slightly entertaining, you can only be afraid as you know that, that hair housed the anger she was feeling.
Such a sweet and lovely person, I am thankful for her for always manageing to keep her cool and help everyone else do the same.

Here I have her outfitted in a structured tank with lace chest and peter pan collar, knee length lace tights and ruffled bubble skirt and one of her trademark hats. My inking pens cried at me in anguish after rendering that much floral lace--even if its the lazy way to render floral lace.