A fashion poem – ‘the bar’

A tavern or the other, the weather remains golden

Same waters flowing from kegs, bottles and glasses

To oceans though small never filling

Same people, same atmosphere, same lighting

Same music, there is even no need for a weather man

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Dresscodes since there are none, are not kept

But everyone uses the wardrobe, few tip

No one is dressed for a special occasion

It rains everyday and today is not different

Tipsy, drunk, then awash by the floods

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When the rain seizes and taps run dry

Everything is different, the view, the people

The mood, the room, the groom, the good

One in the hand of another, none in any

Thirst for a hand, a sip, a shot lingers in all

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The minds are like beer glasses, brittle and longing

Easy to read, pick, lead, frisk and kiss

Everyone needs something, eyes are so telling

Yet all night they lingered and wandered

A horse you can take to the river the rest y’all know

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Weather patterns and climates may change

But one remains steadfast, thirst and fashion

The music, the dance, the hand, the river

With water that quenches not, dams differ

Half, full or empty, after a bender

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The last one out

Dear fans, this is probably my last post on this blog, it is with regret that I have to move on to other challenges after some very interesting years writing about fashion.

I am coming close to finishing my masters and I am therefore in pursuit of challenges of some other kind.

My passion for fashion and for writing for that matter have not waned, I continue to share the same values as I may have discussed or as you may have noticed in my writing.

First things first: I want to thank all readers who visited this blog, anyone who felt intrigued by things posted there in and was compelled to leave a comment, and those 0who contributed to the articles whether it was proposing discussion topics or the actual writing. As for those whom we shared a business mind, a big up for your support. I just can’t thank you enough. For anyone else who I might have left out of the list, thank you. Best of luck to you all in your endeavors, may your passion guide you to your dreams.

A fashion passion has been dear to me, it was a challenge that I took to develop my writing and my passion about fashion. A challenge that I had no idea how it would shape up or what I would do with it. It has been a journey, a long one, an interesting one, a learning opportunity. It has been something like non I have done before. Looking back at the journey, I find no regret, there might be some in that I am leaving. But I believe life holds bigger challenges for me.

For the good of mankind, for the benefit of sharing, learning or any other that may seem appropriate, content on this blog may be republished on other similar sites. I will only request that you cite the reference – for instance written by Fasean or Adapted from A fashion passion, well, you get the idea.

Last, but not least, if you know anyone who might be interested in adopting this blog and running it as their own please ask them to drop me a line at fasean.line@yahoo.com.

I believe I have not forgotten anything but I did not have a count of things I needed to say so the reality might elude me.

If you are the last visitor on this blog, please don’t forget to turn off the lights;)

Nightlife fashion

It was not yet Halloween but people were dressed in all sort, shapes and tastes. Some looking like they just walked outta bathroom, others like they are going to bed and others even though dressed seemed like they had no idea what they were upto.

Nonetheless, all happily gathered in a tavern, in a jovial mood, ready to get down with the get down. The doormen could not have been more serious, but even they didn’t seem to know why they were stone faced; everybody was here to have a good time. It seemed otherwise for them.

Nightlife fashion

Downstairs or if you prefer in the basement was they had the boom box, a dance floor and a DJ booth. Two DJs in the booth, I wondered why, one to insert and the other to press play. It was not like what they did was anywhere close to requiring a DJ leave alone two.

And what they played? Music like I’ve never heard, beats too fast, too close to each other, overlapping, you would have had the whole bar and steal dance to some sh’t. As in no matter how hammered you were, you wouldn’t have missed a beat. There was practically a beat to every step, or second imaginable or doable.

And yes, a face or two to ogle, a dashboard or two to ignite your interest in working them out and so much more that am not gonna say.

At the end of the night, you can imagine what was going down or up for that matter.

The Fight Against Breast Cancer

Not only supporting women’s desires for beautiful lingerie, Affinitas Intimates is pleased to give back and support women battling breast cancer as well.  The lingerie brand and HerRoom.com have teamed up to donate 20% of proceeds from the sale of the “Samantha” Half-Padded Bra in Magenta (retail $28.00), sold online at http://www.herroom.com during the month of October, to the Breast Cancer Research Foundation in honor of Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  Affinitas is thrilled to join the fight and aid in this incredibly important cause, empowering women with something that gives every woman confidence – beautiful, sexy lingerie.

As a company devoted to creating comfortable, stylish, well-fitting lingerie for women of all shapes and sizes (bras go from 30A – 40G) giving back during Breast Cancer Awareness Month was a natural fit.  Affinitas hopes that through sale of their popular “Samantha” style, they will be able to make a difference in the lives of brave and heroic women everywhere conquering breast cancer.

“Breast cancer affects so many women. Thanks to devoted organizations like the Breast Cancer Research Foundation, more women are coming through the fight victorious.  We are so happy that we can do our part in contributing to the search for the cure.”
– Affinitas Intimates

While the donation will center on the Half-Padded Bra in Magenta, Affinitas’ Samantha style additionally offers a Padded Bra, Balconet Bra, Hipster, Thong, Bustier, Camisole and Chemise, ensuring there is a sweet something for everyone.  Delicate ruffles, lace and bow detailing keep the looks sweet, while sheer paneling and bodices keep them sexy.  Want to stay pretty in pink?  Try the style’s fairy-tale feminine Pink Champagne, sure to help you reign in your Prince Charming.  Prefer to heat things up? Samantha’s lacy little things in Hot Pink will have you channeling your inner vixen all day (and night) long.  Whether you prefer to be naughty or nice, Samantha has you (well, almost) covered.

Arrael Hanson; RICHPR

Style without fashion

Fashion, including what it stands for or is defined to be changes in a pace that even a writer cannot keep up with. But for all that it is and it gets to be, one would expect to see remnants of older styles or at least a progression of what used to be becoming what is and what is defining what is to be.

Not in all cases however. Like a river without a source, a direction or even a flow of some sort; how can that still be referred to as a river.

Fashion models waiting to walk

Picture the river, at the moment, dancing with pizzazz, swelling with currents and waves higher than you can imagine. Provocatively carrying everything in its wake, imposing, exposing, revealing, seducing, and yet when you look back the river possesses no signs of being what it is.

Almost like in a competition, it is about who squeezes their shapely or blowsy bodies into the most revealing, and strangling pieces, without even caring if the piece is an under or outerwear. In any case, they are now one and the same thing.

And ahead, the waves falter losing class, style and finally break up in all directions bringing an end to the meaning that they once gave to fashion and as a result refusing to define a path for further flow.

Flowing not with the current but like a flag; without a mind and thus a liking of its own changing direction with the wind. And when the wind is gone, it falls flat on its pole, like fashion does when style is gone.