Final expressions of a modern warrior


I’m not good at making decisions. Actually I probably might be the most indecisive person in the world. But something was different when at the beginning of this year we received the most important brief I will ever get in Fashion school… our graduate collection brief. To put things in context: we slave away at sewing and pattern making and other fashion school activities for two years, under careful supervision and guidance, and then in 3rd year we are expected to be fully grown birds and flap our wings. The graduate collection is basically an indication of just how high you can fly, and whether you soar or crash is up to you, since you have full artistic control over the concept, garment construction and styling of your final collection. So here I was, having to decide what I was going to showcase as my mark. What part of me was I going to let shine through in my creations? And suddenly, to my surprise, my usually very loud and indecisive mind was quiet, I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to tell a story, of not only my heritage and culture but of a history that everyone could relate to. I named it TIMBAGASI. Timbagasi is a term I wish I was familiar with my whole life, it originates from my father’s people, a lineage of Royals and Warriors in the west of Tanzania. Timbas were the male head’s of the society and Timbagasis were their female equivalents. My aunt had started calling me Timbagasi a few months before because she said I should never accept defeat, no matter what life throws me. No one should. I wanted Timbagasi to be a marriage between my culture and a mindset that everyone should have, the mindset of a modern warrior facing all of life’s challenges with the spirit of a winner, a king. Going through the phases of developing a collection I started with calico (pure cotton) mock up’s and once I was happy with the silhouettes, carried on to create the final garments with a colour palette of dark greens, rich burgundy and of course regal gold. Now only two weeks away from the final fashion show I can only hope that my message comes through as my clothes walk the runway, and everyone who pays witness experiences a little bit of Timba magic.

King the queen
Calico Location Shoot
Studio Shoot- Sneak Peak

The Fanny Pack…

There has always been a shaky relationship between being practical and being fashionable. Normally when things are practical they are far from fashionable, (for example Crocs) and when things are fashionable they are hardly practical (10 inch louboutins, jumpsuits -peeing is a mission in them… and the list goes on). Well I was recently faced with a small dilemma myself. I was attending a music festival (Rocking the daisies) and my brother had just bought a fanny pack to keep his cellphone in.

Of course I laughed at him and of course I lost my phone that weekend while his was in the safe and loving pockets of the fanny pack. The truth is I was afraid of wearing a fanny pack for only one reason… I might get addicted to it. That’s probably why I don’t wear anything that promises large amounts of comfort and practicality because if I visit the other side… I may never come back.

To make it worse he left his fanny pack in my room, and I haven’t even moved it. Every morning I wake up and stare at it and the temptation to pick it up and wear it is starting to eat at me. I mean I wouldn’t need to carry my handbag… or my wallet… it has slots for everything… even a little zip I can put my lipstick in.

I should just throw it away. But my curiosity wont let me. Or should I bling it out? No, now I will just be that girl with the bedazzled fanny pack. I don’ t think I can take it anymore actually. I’ll just wear it once… I have to. I mean Rihanna has worn one. But that’s not really a comparison, hers probably cost a lot of money plus she’s Rihanna… she can wear toilet paper and it would be ok.

Or I should just wait, I think the fashion world is ready to accept fanny packs… maybe I should make some sexy ass fanny packs and sell them. Is there a fanny pack market? Gosh so many questions. Screw it, I’m going to wear it and I know I’ll feel great, now I cant wait to get home and put it on haha.

I feel better now that it’s out. I was spending too much time having this internal debate. Now let me get back to real life and real life problems like how I’m gonna fit my booty into a bikini this summer.