A Wren Says

I never met Virgil Abloh, but as a someone who was starting to finally accept her interest in fashion, I knew him. His name was oft repeated, and often in mouths full of praise. He had his own brand, Off White, was the creative director at Louis Vuitton, received multiple awards, and somehow still found time to be a mentor in the field. It was clear that fashion was his art and he was an excellent storyteller. When it was announced that he died, it hurt. It hurt far more than the death of a stranger who would and never will know your name should feel.

A reflection on his passing was my first real posting on this blog. It spurred my thinking on what I could write about. But more importantly, it was a moment for me to contemplate my own mortality. What am I adding to this world? How hard am I working towards my dreams? Do I let myself dream?

Within the past week there have been multiple moves at the creative director level at the major fashion houses. As much as I might be disappointed or happy as things shift, I have not of late had that same feeling. The same sense of a major loss to the industry, to me personally.

As vain a pursuit as some may think fashion and beauty are, the same can be said of all industries. What matters at the end of the day is how you go about doing what you do. It is how you treat people, how you think about them, how you let them know that they are seen and loved.

Daily writing prompt

Describe a man who has positively impacted your life.

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