FASHION has bright sides too!
Miuscha Yves, 17 years young, a deadly friend, a loving enemy, a rebellious daughter and a fashion design student. A deadly friend – I can be the best friend you’ve been wishing for, but watch out, a deadly one because once someone hurts you, they’d be kneeling in front of my John Galliano's garden of electric color (Christian Dior) asking for forgiveness. A loving enemy – once you get involved, there’s only one way out – regret, a rebellious daughter of Armani Yves – NY’s hot topic, and a soon-to-be fashion designer here in New York. Well, I guess it runs in the blood!
It’s the last day of school and I can see how gloomy it seems to be. Vera, one of my best buds, texted me that she hasn’t finished her fashion design thesis. I walked through the mini hallway leading to my room from our staircase, and opened the pinkish door filled with diamond bits. I smelled the fragrance of my room; it’s my scent, as usual. It’s 3 am and I can’t sleep. I feel that my hot pink and light pink striped bed cover doesn’t seem comfy as it usually does. So, I grabbed a light pencil and a heavy duty paper and started scribbling. To my surprise, I involuntarily drew gorgeous high heeled footwear after 5 long minutes. After drawing something good looking to my eyes, I was content and tried to sleep again. And after several minutes of thinking about what’s going to happen on the next day, I was able to sleep.
As I walk through the mirrored halls of our lobby, entering our room, I saw everyone weeping while Elle, one of the top students of our class, approached me and said, “Vera can’t graduate if she can’t submit her design today!” I was terribly shocked and thought of nothing but the design I made a while ago. I neared myself to where Vera was, sitting and crying like an ugly duckling. “Look at your eyeliner! It’s smudging! Stop that childish act of yours and do something. Don’t just sit there!” I alleged, full of fierce. Vera approached me with a wet face and a smudged, messy eyeliner look painted on her face and hugged me. “Thanks, Miuscha. Please, help me. I know I can do it if you’re with me.”
I gave her the neat, manually drawn and thought by me, and I started telling her the unbelievable story of how fast I did the unruly design that I drew. I told her to draw with her heart and not with her hand.
A very superb, breath taking fashion sketch was submitted to our sultry and muggy advisor by Vera, of course. Vera got hired in a high class fashion business and as for me, well, obviously, I got hired by my father in our company as the associate designer as the starting rank. We all won our pressured college life, in exchange for a prestigious and prominent job. And the thing that I’ve learned the most is, fashion has its bright sides too! Because people say that in the fashion world, the combat is as deadly as the World War II!
By: Jenny Pacaldo
