It is during those Thursday afternoons after college that I smirk and suddenly develop an extra good mood as I say farewell to assignments for a few days heeding to the party weekend calls -being one of the lucky at my college who gets Fridays off, that gives me and my friends an early head start to the party invitations. Inevitably my thoughts turn to my wardrobe. And being the fashion student that I am, I’m thinking between the lines of making a dress or doing with what I have. Playing dress up is part of a girls DNA and if you are the kind of girl that I am, you are, like me, sure to commence right away with those self-indulging moments of putting those awkward colours together and scraping for that lip stain that will get you noticed even in the very dark (being nothing close to a yellow-bone I might add).
I find pleasure in wearing colour though it wasn’t the case growing up. Back then I would rather hide my chubby body behind greys, navy’s and blacks because colour wasn’t for the 13year old, unfashionable yet aspiring designer, tom-boy-girl with the uncombed Afro who hangs with senior boys and plays basketball. So as I put together an outfit for the night I peek back and laugh at the girl I use to be (though a good portion of her still lingers in me).I was talented and knew that fashion would be the end of me; though no signs of it could be seen in or on me at that time. Ironically even so, every metric student in school came to me for a dress design for the end of the year metric ball and other special occasions! (Lol) I may have not been the prettiest or popular girl but I definitely had talent and confidence when it came to innovation and sketching fashionable items fresh from my head! I was the girl to see when you wanted to be seen…soon developing fans as I became a senior myself.
It’s already 4pm and my girls (who have a profound sense of style that combines international fashion with art and a lot of personality) are already at my flat fixing themselves up for the night. The message is clear: We are Bold Bright and fearless in our killer heels, All Stars, leather studded jackets, tutus and shortest freak’em dresses that say nothing when compared to the hairstyles we had! While I on the under hand don’t feel myself in very short dresses being the curvy size 36; I wore formal high waist carrot pants with a black sequence vest that showed off my lace bra; my bold red lips that complimented my rock looking Agyness Deyn haircut and ankle brogue-boots ending in a sexy perfume…that’s how I do me as we waited to fill a single cab with eight loud girls who anticipate a night to remember!
I love playing with my hair and swear on vintage bags and military-style jackets and clearly my friends do too. We hit the harbour and since we are ballin’ on a stingy budget we decide to make a dodgy stop to purchase a bottle of vodka and sneak it in our over sized neon coloured blinding bags that could well serve as disco lights for the night for a pre-session to get us started, but tonight we are getting those cocktails and vodka mixes on...them!
The night is pumping and the crowd is fresh on the dance floor moving to good Hip Hop and solid old school local jams…I love these souls, and the mere fact that they know how to make it a night! The harbour is up in arms while the sea lays calm in the dark night. The clock strikes 5am and we are well on our way back to the flat to crash, by this time heels have become hand accessories and make up a thing of the past as well as our well pinned hair does which have flopped in all directions now.
Accepting a lift from some insalubrious guy is not on our things to do list; in fact, as soon as the sun rays kiss the shores good morning we are digging in our bags for phones and calling a cab which will most likely be R6 per girl -cheap skates. It’s been super, and after about 3 hours of shut-eye we are up and dying for munchies, so we head to the nearest fast food corner in heavy sunglasses re-living the night as we discuss and share all the details, including the guys we had our eyes on and those who had their eyes on us… “Ohkayie…hold it, whose Kevin and why do I have 5missed calls from him?!” -Talk about a girl’s night of fun!
I find pleasure in wearing colour though it wasn’t the case growing up. Back then I would rather hide my chubby body behind greys, navy’s and blacks because colour wasn’t for the 13year old, unfashionable yet aspiring designer, tom-boy-girl with the uncombed Afro who hangs with senior boys and plays basketball. So as I put together an outfit for the night I peek back and laugh at the girl I use to be (though a good portion of her still lingers in me).I was talented and knew that fashion would be the end of me; though no signs of it could be seen in or on me at that time. Ironically even so, every metric student in school came to me for a dress design for the end of the year metric ball and other special occasions! (Lol) I may have not been the prettiest or popular girl but I definitely had talent and confidence when it came to innovation and sketching fashionable items fresh from my head! I was the girl to see when you wanted to be seen…soon developing fans as I became a senior myself.
It’s already 4pm and my girls (who have a profound sense of style that combines international fashion with art and a lot of personality) are already at my flat fixing themselves up for the night. The message is clear: We are Bold Bright and fearless in our killer heels, All Stars, leather studded jackets, tutus and shortest freak’em dresses that say nothing when compared to the hairstyles we had! While I on the under hand don’t feel myself in very short dresses being the curvy size 36; I wore formal high waist carrot pants with a black sequence vest that showed off my lace bra; my bold red lips that complimented my rock looking Agyness Deyn haircut and ankle brogue-boots ending in a sexy perfume…that’s how I do me as we waited to fill a single cab with eight loud girls who anticipate a night to remember!
I love playing with my hair and swear on vintage bags and military-style jackets and clearly my friends do too. We hit the harbour and since we are ballin’ on a stingy budget we decide to make a dodgy stop to purchase a bottle of vodka and sneak it in our over sized neon coloured blinding bags that could well serve as disco lights for the night for a pre-session to get us started, but tonight we are getting those cocktails and vodka mixes on...them!
The night is pumping and the crowd is fresh on the dance floor moving to good Hip Hop and solid old school local jams…I love these souls, and the mere fact that they know how to make it a night! The harbour is up in arms while the sea lays calm in the dark night. The clock strikes 5am and we are well on our way back to the flat to crash, by this time heels have become hand accessories and make up a thing of the past as well as our well pinned hair does which have flopped in all directions now.
Accepting a lift from some insalubrious guy is not on our things to do list; in fact, as soon as the sun rays kiss the shores good morning we are digging in our bags for phones and calling a cab which will most likely be R6 per girl -cheap skates. It’s been super, and after about 3 hours of shut-eye we are up and dying for munchies, so we head to the nearest fast food corner in heavy sunglasses re-living the night as we discuss and share all the details, including the guys we had our eyes on and those who had their eyes on us… “Ohkayie…hold it, whose Kevin and why do I have 5missed calls from him?!” -Talk about a girl’s night of fun!
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