Something Wicked

Happy Halloween!

Myself and two friends are surprising everyone with our costumes tomorrow, what are you escaping from your true self as this year?

♥ Lini.

My Mind Is A Terrible Thing To Waste

I love shock value.

[& Freja Beha's tats.]

I love European Fashion Houses.

[Above, Prada.]

I love dressing up.

I love color.

Just reminding myself why I love fashion.

Cause sometimes it's a bitch going to school for it, and I needed to a reminder.

And the Philip Lim wings in Kanye's new video are insanity.

♥ Lini.

Design's hungry, feed me.

Hey there 4 a.m.

I can't say I'm to thrilled I always see you and your counterpart, 4 p.m. on the same days. But, so is the price of getting [insert something you really want here].

The other day one of my best friends text me "You don't love me anymore." Why? I hadn't spoken to her in [insert inconsiderately long time frame here]. I don't know how long it had been since I had bothered to ask how she's been. I don't know when I called my mother last. I don't know when I had my last meal or if I remembered to take my vitamins at all these past weeks. I don't know if I'm making any sense right now. Why? Because I go to design school. And believe me, you will never understand what it is to be a creative minded person unless you are one because even if you aren't working your brain will not let you stop. Was that the right color, the right fabric? Were those buttons too big? Should I recut and sew?

I would like to allot time for people, maybe somewhere between my 3 to 4 hour long studio classes, after which I literally continue working until I attend them again the following day.

"You don't love me anymore."

I don't even fucking love myself anymore because I forgot how to. Because all I love is when I hear that an assignment is completed at an acceptable level for me to pass. All I love is the rare occasion I ever get something right on the first try. All I love is the rare occasion my work gets a compliment.

I just need so badly to know that it is possible to be happy. That I will eventually find a place where I can place the people who care about me above getting the right seam allowances on my patterns.

To anyone left who I have not ostracized, to anyone left who has stuck around past the monster I have become. Thank you. I love you more than seam allowances, pattern paper, and fabric shears combined and multiplied.

I wonder if people see me and think wow, she works really hard, she must not have time to focus on pampering herself. Or wow, someone hose that bitch down.

♥

Lini, deliriously yours.

A Little Too Ironic

Few inspiration images.

Now for something that's been on my mind lately...

When you want something, really want something, how can you know that you actually want it or merely believe you do? How can you figure out what you truly desire? How can you know how badly you want it in comparison to someone else?

I want a successful job in the fashion industry. Partially because I love it, partially as a big fuck you to every professor who doubted me, every person who didn't see what was standing right in front of them, partially because I believe, or once believed, it was my calling, and partially because I believe in the sheer power of design, still. And always.

Design > Money.

But that's all just dandy.

How badly do I want it?

Enough to make it happen?

Enough to counteract luck or misfortune and whatever obstacles come my way?

How long can I want IT before something so much easier begins to look a hell of a lot better?

I mean how many people switch majors and careers?

How many people really do what they want in life?

Am I Ethan Frome, am I an Alanis Morissette song about irony?

Cause sometime I feel like both.

♥ Lini.

You Got the Resolutions, We Just Got Reservations.

I’m sorry, poolside drinking-
margarita rounds.
Shout out to my city though I hardly be in town.

Drake- Thank Me Now.

Long time no blog!

The longer I live in a cold place, the more I know I gotta get out of here.

I see pictures of my friends drinking champagne by the pool, wardrobes stocked with cutoffs and sunglasses.

It sorta kills me.

Look, I know it's not fun and games. But I need to go home, I miss Florida so much. I miss Miami so much. I miss Brazil so much. I miss Milan so much. I miss everywhere I've been except where I am, I hate where I am. Where will I end up?

Long as there's sunshine and poolsides, I don't care what I have to do, I gotta have what I gotta have.

♥ Lini.

Under The Sea

Ten Reasons I really hate everything but swimwear right now.

*Side note, I'm doing a swimwear collection at the moment, and all other projects are currently aggravating me. In case you didn't know.

1. I love knits [stretchy fabric, stuff t-shirts are made of, etc.] Everyone LOVES knits. You wear them everyday for all occasions. They are comfy, fun, and in my opinion far more forgiving on the figure.

2. I like working with spandex a lot better. When fashion people are creaming themselves about some stupid wool satin, I just yawn. I mean I love fabric, but really? It's 2010 everyone.

3. People can buy things right off the runway nowadays. Which is a shame because it's made seasons and runways shows sorta less exciting. But you know what has no season? Swimwear. Cause jetting off somewhere, or chilling in a jacuzzi if you can't afford that, can happen year round.

4. I don't like wearing that much clothing. Neither do you, just admit it.

5. Material cost? Back to that wool business, cough cough. I doubt you're going to spend hundreds of dollars on any yard of spandex.

6. Swimwear editorials can have so many tones. Cute, sexy, hot, vintage, modern, demure... Need I go on?

7. People might think it's easy, but working in a limited space design-wise is a challenge!

8. Chances of working in a warm beautiful place when working with swimwear > Chances of working in a warm beautiful place when working with sportswear, evening, etc.

9. I love the ocean, ocean creatures, and water in general. I thought I was the Little Mermaid as a child. Still my fave non-Pixar Disney movie til this day.

10. I'm from Brazil, living in Florida. Enough said.

Pictures by Simon Pais, fashion photographer from Chile.

Peter Pan Panic Pumpkin Pie

I needed some motivational words. I needed some proof something good could possibly occur to me in the foreseeable future. Not trying to be jaded, but all arrows point to either changing plan of action or failing.

I want a job when I graduate. I want an entry level position as an assistant designer, or working in social media within the design department, or something involving art/fashion/design. I want to be somewhere warm. I want to make enough money to live not like a college student. That's all. Is that too much? Do I need to sell my soul and or integrity to achieve such seemingly small things?

I don't know what to do or how to and it seems like neither do the people I pay $30,000 yearly tuition either. Is this what growing up is?

New links, fan my facebook page and check my updated portfolio please. Sorry for the doom and gloom ♥

Peter Pan-Possessed Lini.

Shutterbugging Upgrade

Pictures with my new Canon Rebel, 22nd birthday present from the parents.

Now to find a camera case that isn't hideous...

♥ Lini.