Project RunwayI love to write about whatever I'm reading or watching at the moment. I'm also one of those people who can take away something from almost every experience.
I'm in the midst of watching the second season of Project Runway, which was yet another of my favourite shows from the States. When I first heard of the concept of another reality show, but this one about fashion designers competing against each other for some wonderful prize or the other, I immediately dismissed it as a ridiculously frivolous idea (Okay, helloooo! What was I thinking? Most reality TV would be considered as purely frivolous entertainment.)
Since I had recently acquired cable TV, my motto at the time was to watch everything at least once - just because I could. So I did......... and I LOVED it! From the first show I watched, I was completely hooked. The drama, the intrigue, the burning ambitions - it was incredibly riveting. And just like with America's Next Top Model, I learnt quite a bit about the fashion industry.
With clothes, I know what I like and what looks good on me. I also like to look different from everyone else and that means I like to add my own individual touches to anything I wear. It also means that I do not follow the latest trends. I abhor the sheep mentality that encourages rushing out to buy an item of clothing that has been deemed 'hot' or 'in' by the fashion powers that be. I hate anyone telling me what I should be wearing 'this season' and what favourite clothes of mine should be thrown out, because they are now considered to be the armpit of fashion this month.
However, watching Project Runway and seeing the careful thought that many of the designers put into their clothes makes me think that I need to experiment a bit more where my style is concerned. Being in Lagos will do that to you, in any case. Nigerians are extremely concerned about looking good and Lagos is considered by many to be THE trend-settling city. This can get a bit tiring after a while and, to my immense frustration, I am finding myself gradually getting sucked into the whole 'dressing-up just to go down the road' syndrome. But, I suppose it's infinitely more interesting than Boston where the (mostly freezing-cold) weather, as well as its reputation as a highly intellectual city means that any interest in clothing beyond the practical concerns of covering your nakedness and keeping warm tends to be viewed as extremely superficial.