Education is a big part of life, and it is not something finite, but everlasting. It is cliche to say but we should always be learning in life. In regards to formal education, I have spent four years studying the art of fashion design at Seneca College in North York, Ontario. I finished two programs, a 1 year, and a 3 year program, which both … Continue reading College; Fashion Arts
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This is my final collection to end my studies of the fashion arts at Seneca College. Over the course of the final year we were tasked to conceive the themes and inspiration for a ten look fashion line, then we were to actually create 2-4 of the looks from that line. Those 2-4 looks were then compiled with my fellow student-designers’ lines into one grand … Continue reading L8.BLOOMER
As an attempt to bring together young creatives from all different walks of life and different skill sets to form a collective, I created third.i.tired, with the assistance of my friend Stefana. The goal is to have a platform for young people to come together to collaborate on different projects to help build everyone’s portfolios, and to complete work they are proud of. It is … Continue reading third.i.tired
My mantra towards fashion and my whole outlook towards it has always been, “Why make more, when we have so much we can re-use and upcycle?”. I have the abilities to pattern draft garments from scratch and construct them but I feel the amount of waste it creates, to only one day become more and more waste is just pointless. I would rather modify an … Continue reading underbellysociety
In 2014, while working full-time as an embroidery machine operator in Kingston Ontario, I had come up with something I did not think I would ever flesh out into reality. The Plaidypus Tail is my brainchild to bring some function to a fashion trend that has been a staple that comes and goes quite often. The flannel button-up shirt, tied around the waist. I had been … Continue reading The Original Plaidypus Tail
DIMEBAGCREW// est. 2012 After flunking out of college on my first try, I was young, stupid, and didn’t know as much as I thought I did. It was a wild time of youthful expression and recklessness. A lot of very low points, sprinkled with very high peaks. There were times I had nothing, and no one. It is in those times that I began to … Continue reading DBC: origins of da bag
