Indications for being a Fashion Student
Whenever you go to university you look like planning to leave the country – people in public transports are really happy too to always have one of your bags and suit bags in their faces
When people ask you about what you do in your free time you a) try to remember when you had your last free time b) try to remember what you do in your life that has nothing to do with your studies
People consider your studies as these ‘something with art’ studies that are not real, normal studies as you can’t take them seriously because having an exam means drawing a dress – and in the end you’ll have a retraining as a primary school teacher as you won’t earn any money with it anyways
They will tell you they wanted to study fashion when they were young because they always found it so interesting but then they decided for dentistry, because, you know..
You can easily go to university in a jogging suit as a fashion statement
You own at least four pairs of scissors and you actually need all of them
You’re always in this thrilling discrepancy of either unsew these kind of unsymmetrical seams or just leave them like this, hoping people will think it’s a design decision
You find yourself spending one weekend folding little pleats in big Italian wool, not doubting the necessity of it
Bobby pin phenomenon: in the beginning of the semester you buy a new box of pins – the essential of your tools. In the end you have a countable amount of probably 20 left and take care of them as if they were your 20 little babies, no one can borrow not even one.
Saturday afternoon activity: on a free Saturday you are running from hobby store to fabric shop to ‘creativity market’ to find that navy velvet, watercolor in a deep red or special paper in a special color for a journal you didn’t even understand what you need it for. Your shopping companions are middle aged and a bit hefty women, who spend their time here to get glittery and fluffy crochet threads and turquoise satin while their husbands are blocking any possible seat and reflect on life and what brought them here. And sometimes, just sometimes you meet other lost souls who wander around the huge shelves full of dreams and nightmares of fabrics, dressed in all black, looking for spacey purple neoprene to complete their you’re not sure from what inspired MA collection.
People expect you to be dressed in whatever just walked down the runway or at least their Zara copies, because you study ‘fashion’. They don’t consider here that you’re spending most of your money, filled with joy, for any kind of study material. To sew garments that nobody is interest in anymore as soon as the semester is over.
Your professor may arrive in multicolored-zebrapatterned skinny jeans and it doesn’t reduce any of his authority or your respect.
A possible worst case morning scenario: You leave the house last minute, packed with three huge gunny bags, full with the stuff you need for today’s two courses. Just to realize after half the way and a horrible bus ride – because it’s half past eight and the bus extremely crowded by a lot of people you never wanted to have so close next to you and you take space for three because of your luggage – that you forgot the fourth bag.
