currently working on a eponymous collection [ O Y Ë R I N ]
in collaboration with beloved colleagues kisa tashi margaret maricela zebina
i am always heavily influenced by what i'm listening to and reading at the time. these, and my undying muse egon schiele, are very much infused into my collection, and in everything i do.
i spent my college days focusing so much on precise drafting, pattern making, and tailoring. i'm letting loose, now, and designing intuitively. expect dark colors and a wide array of textures.
i hope people i admire, regardless of gender or age, will want to wear my clothing. to be integrated into their lives as a functional medium of self expression would be the greatest compliment of all.
O Y Ë R I N READY-TO-WEAR WILL DEBUT IN 2018
FACTS. STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS. PROCESS.
you also should wash one another’s feet. 15 I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. 16 Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him.
4 so he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. 5 After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples’ feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.
When did we become utterly desensitized to consummate despair, unfathomable physical pain, and mental illness
did we go from tearing up at the sight of fellow toddlers crying over scraped knees
stomping past tattered bundles of rancid, anonymous textiles
in which humans slumber in our $400+ shoes
$120+ jeans $50+ tee
$500+ designer coat
$649+ iPhone $200+ jewelry
$200,000 college degree
to and fro our $20,000+ apartments and 'dreadful' but paid employment
As I look back on this year's turmoil, I recognize just how much of my energy and time was consumed by Myself. My career my dreams my goals my emotions my life my family my friends my likes my dislikes my revelations my victories my realizations my failures my hair my weight my virtual presence my hopeful future my regretful past my insatiably ungratifying present
I choose, now, to step out of my bubble
out of my head, my skin
and step in to that of this world. Real i ty.
A reality in which you and I yearn for that new designer item, feeding consumerism with thousands of dollars without a dollar to spare on feeding the hungry.
I choose, now, to make a conscious effort to humanize the de-humanized
and genuinely wonder,
What happened? What went wrong
in their lives, and in ours.
(our lives as apathetic passerbys to the less fortunate, our existence in which we solely live for ourselves)
illusory, virtual 'fame' self-proclaimed 'celebrity'
I hope for myself and for you that we will collectively reach for substantial chunks to which we allot our efforts to reharness our innate goodness to not outshine, but uplift to collaborate, not compete
How can My dream align with Yours
How can My success not revolve around myself my victories my fame my name
but uplift You the people the sad the hopeless
How can my clothing not only dress the beautiful the rich the glamorous the famous
but cocoon comfort Empower the cold the famished The Outcast
i may be younger, but