PERSPECTIVE by T.I Nathan “The World And Everything Existing In It has Its Existence Based On Perspectives, Relative or Universal, The World Revolves Around Some Unknown and known Persons Right To Perceive”
Temitayo Ilesanmi Nathan – “My collections are a processed reflection of my philosophies as a human person, birth from my personal experiences”
PERSPECTIVE was born out of the Illusion of what we call knowledge. How our state of mind helps in shaping the ideas of what we claim to know. I found myself asking why the mind is so vulnerable to taking in everything and anything without questioning its authenticity, how justifiable are the things we attach the concept of TRUTH to. I mirrored my thoughts from my designs to my choice of fabrics, down to the color palette,
The Mesh Fabrics are a personification of our minds as human persons, From a Universal angle, The Worlds Perspective of White would be synonymous to Purity and Light but from my Perspective its another Empty form of Mystery,The Navy Color Portrays a Certain Kind of Confidence, I would say it’s a color in deep search of SELF, While Red is believed to be the perfect color of Love, On the contrary, I say it’s a color that symbolizes unadulterated Lust. That is my PERSPECTIVE and it doesn’t have to conform to the overrated norm, the world’s norm of “Make-Belief”.
The Man In Roses
Deep down I have succumbed to the weird feel of love, slowly the butterflies in my stomach are becoming a normality. Exploring the sides of the roses, I take every curve with care and caution hoping not to trip over any edges. The more I try so hard the more I get cut by the thorns of emotional clarity, the more I logically make my way through the maze the more I get lost. I have come to understand that my affiliated pleasure with roses is an expression of those walks through the maze of love and the falling of cupid arrows.
Bleeding Through One Beat
The chamber releases and with a single swift slice, the bullet tears through my flesh, ripping it’s way through my heart. My shirt stained in blood, dripping in my inequities and imperfections. The pain exhausting beyond embrace. I gave myself to this demise, I feel into her arms just to feel her touch once more, to desire her lust, now she has left me for dead again.
The collection is a beautiful adventure through the maze of love and heartbreak. The feelings derived from the experiences from these two factors. It is also a self-reflection of one’s aftermath. As the name implies the Soliloquy collection is understanding one’s self and emotions.