I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
- Siegfried Sassoon
3 years ago I felt like I need to distract myself from how struggled life had brought to my knees..so I started 1990s Chic. To be honest, I didn't really imagine i would go this far by then. I guess I was feeling lost and confused of what I couldn't achieve. And starting this brand seemed to be the only way for me to distract my mind and to intrigue my creativity at the same time. Still remembered when I asked Ros to wander between different alleys to find the perfect settings to shoot for my very first collection. Couldn't imagine how I'm gonna get this far without so many supportive friends in this journey together.
Think I'm just getting emotional again.
On my way preparing for new collection to celebrate 1990s Chic 3rd birthday.
I wasn't even supposed to be posting anything yet but who cares..I'm gonna do it anyway.
btw special thanks to one of my best friends @sususu1993 who devotes her to later collection with me.
🏴 Across the Forest of Lost Souls
The Celestial led me up a trail from the beach. We needed to cross a valley of lost souls and she would guide me up a mountain to an oracle who would show me how to wake up.