Backstage at Badgley Mischka NYFW & The Great Body Of Work Buildup
I’ve been in the midst of creating a routine for myself, consisting completely of balance (something I’ve never been good at – I’m much more comfortable as an extremist). Since I’ve been back from New York, I’ve been dispersing my focus, and following unproductive whims (sometimes it’s just healthy to give into them). With an almost complete disconnect from the outside world, I’ve been indulging in home life, home cooking, reorganization, family, exercising, and boosting my health (can you believe that little ‘ol me is hooked on daily yoga/pilates/box classes?).
I’ve had the pleasure of recently witnessing my efforts published in the current issue of Dress To Kill Magazine (check the nail and BB cream spreads), to which I will be posting as soon as I get my mitts on an english copy. It’s a great thing to slow down, something seemingly discouraged in the age of instantaneous publishing and social media. The clarity that was once relied upon for quality creation (aka the couple of days you used to have to sit on ideas and really make sure they were worth pursuing), is practically non-existent (or at least very rarely marketed). Now, it’s all about how fast you can pump content and ideas out. Great for training the brain, but what about those really brilliant things in life where there is no way around the time investment for it to be done properly? I’m not saying quality has gone down in the times we are living, but the pressure to produce great quality and quantity in minimal time is absolutely heart-attack provoking! I bring this point up, only because I go through the same anxiety on a day-to-day basis with my blog, writing, varying projects, and artwork. My list, as everyone’s is, is never-ending. The problem with that is not the constant add of responsibility and tasks, it’s how we punish ourselves for thinking we should be accomplishing more, faster.
This past weekend, I went up to my grandfathers house for thanksgiving to be with my family. My grandfather is a former university fine arts professor, and still paints. He is a well known artist in his circle, and has tried a variety of mediums in the arts. Like a mad scientist of his craft, he has meddled and pursued the perfection of his music, illustrations, oil paintings, and typography. To say that he inspires me greatly, is a huge understatement. I am proud of his work, consider it beautiful and thought-provoking, and appreciate the intensity and evolution of his technique through time. Now if you ask him, or better yet praise his body of work, he will always give some kind of response along the lines of it all being one big experiment. I’ve never, ever heard him give himself much credit for the professionalism and authenticity he explores in every piece created. Call it the curse of the creator, but it can be very easy to get discouraged or not take yourself seriously in a profession where rules are constantly being bent. I seem to flip flop between knowing exactly what I want out of my writing, and feeling totally unemployed. I’m very lucky to have always had work roll in after me, and yet I still fail to consider myself anything more than a girl who got lucky with her hobby. Maybe the problem is that I still very much treat it exactly as that – my hobby. Would I be so eager to write and explore ideas if I was pressured to do it on much heavier and constant basis? Would my passion lose it’s lustre? I look at top bloggers and writers the world over, and wonder how the hell they do it all. Where do they find the time and get everything else needed, done? Maybe I’m a slowpoke with these things, but I seem to need that breathing space in between projects or posts to really fuel up my mind and get inspired. This whole balanced lifestyle thing is really throwing me a loop. If there is anything I’m taking in these days, it’s that it’s all about living, discipline, and caring for your responsibilities first. Everything else can wait (yes, everything). Call it head in the moon hippy mentality, but I’m all about it. Exploration is so much more than just drilling the same medium constantly, and Rome could never have been built in a day. When I look at an artist with a great body of work, I always fall into awe… how they were able to create such contrast and signature style. How they were able to be so consistent. Then I compare myself to them, or rather wish I was capable of the same thing. It never truly dawns on me that it took that person their entire lifetime to create (or at least a time sacrifice on their part to some degree). That they had events, loves, and inspirations along the way that influenced and grew them into it all. In so many ways, the artist is the final masterpiece – their collection only documentation of their journey. It is so easy to get impatient and feel like you aren’t going anywhere, contributing, or making the mark you want to be in the world. We want it all, and we want it immediately. The fact of the matter though, is that everything happens in steps. Baby steps even. Great leaps can take years (decades even) to create. While Picasso may have been something of an assembly line in his painting, what about other renowned creators whose pieces are more limited? Does it make them any less valuable? Not at all. It means that some people have the natural ability to create quantity (if you ask me personally, I’m not a fan of most of Picasso’s work – a few of them however, are transcendent).
Be patient with yourself. Understand that great revelations and techniques are explored and curated through space and time. I’m getting the artist bug, dreaming of locking myself in a garage space and just creating whatever comes to me. Spent last night creating nearly two ink drawings (will be publishing soon). Something so soothing about allowing your mind to drift off, listen to music, and doodle. If I create a decent series, I will be getting stationery made for corporate christmas gifts (how’s that for a home made touch)? The DIYers are inspiring me, but not in the clothing sense – in balancing time and work with coming up with a slice of the new and ongoing.
On an entirely different note, I’ve just started a detox. Not perhaps what you’d expect of a detox, but one in any case. I’ve been doing a combination of boxing, hot and regular yoga, pilates, and sculpting classes (as before mentioned). Needless to say, alongside my escape to LaRonde with the man this past weekend, my body is pretty sore (my fear of heights got me all tense!). Exercising daily for an hour, sometimes two, is a very different lifestyle for me. While it’s still very much premature, I’m already loving the results (one of which is the cut down of bloating). My body is firming up, and I’ve been pairing my rituals up with probiotics, drops to drain out my lymphatic system, and immune system boosters. My skin is breaking out like wildfire, but apparently that’s everything coming out (better be!). The bone I have to pick with regular detoxes, is that it is so easy to get mislead by people who aren’t health or diet practitioners telling you what you need to be doing. I love the studio where I take my classes – the staff is incredible, the exercises themselves make you feel great, and everything is clarified very well so that you can follow along and get the right posture/poses. They are challenging their clients by hosting a 21 day detox program, where you can sign up for unlimited classes, order pre-made meals if you so choose, and cut out parts of your diet to really bring the detox into effect. Now I know most people don’t eat gluten-free, sugar-free, caffeine-free, super simple, fresh and largely organic all the time (with the exception from coffee and the occasional dessert, I do), so I understand how extreme of a lifestyle switch it can be. I know that even I took a very long time to learn how to adopt the way I now eat every day. I even feel comfortable enough to freestyle things, knowing very well my boundaries, and what will make me react certain ways. Knowing what works for your body can be a very confusing maze, especially in a world of chemically altered foods. Don’t kid yourself though, just because it’s a fruit, vegetable, or organic, does not mean it’s healthy and particularly right for you. The studio is preaching recipes and a completely vegan diet for the duration of the 21 days, based completely on a well-loved book they carry (that has no relation to the teachers themselves – from a publishing aspect). Vegan is great, but when paired with a fairly intense exercise regime, can leave many people feeling very weak, hungry, and drained from lack of proper protein (it can be challenging to diversify if you don’t know how to prepare alternative foods to meat). While the point of a detox is to starve the toxins out of your body while flushing them out, you are also starving the good. All these cuts in important protein (largely overshadowed by an overdose in fibre in many cases – juice and smoothie meal replacements being the perfect example), act the same way as an antibiotic. It kills everything with a treatment, you just have to worry about what you’ll get after all is said and done. It’s so easy to place your health in someone else’s hands (many of them unqualified to give the advice they are giving), that can affect you in detrimental ways. Be wary, and don’t go too crazy – having a coffee, eating something fried, or sticking with meat isn’t the end of the world. If anything it will help keep you stronger and focused. Pace yourself and get informed (I recommend a naturopath MD for this)!
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