Judgement: Shopping and Jury Show Results.

I spent the first chunk of today shopping at Somerset because that’s what I do when I’m bored and need to get out of the house: I shop. I visited the South side (or as I like to call it, the snobby rich side, the snooty side, the judgmental side, etc) and took note of the definite difference in customer service and clientele between the North and South sides.

I usually stick to the North side, which in comparison to the South side is probably considered the “commoners” side if we were in the UK. Expensive commoners side, but commoners side nonetheless. I hadn’t been to the South side in over a year and I wanted to see what’s new over there, as well as just refresh my memory of what’s there at all. I was happily surprised to find Sur La Table had opened shop on the second floor and I ended up getting a bottle of tea, basically.

Yes, this is an Instagram photo.

I stopped by Arhaus Furniture and Crate & Barrel (which I completely forgot we even had in Michigan. Surprise!) and was greeted with false interest at Arhaus and not greeted at all at Crate & Barrel, despite my excellent attire featuring a Ralph Lauren collared shirt. I also stopped by Ralph Lauren, where I was greeted judgmentally and not asked anything further past the initial hello. I understand working in retail, and especially a high end boutique like Ralph Lauren, means knowing who your regular customers are versus your drop-ins, but just because you haven’t seen me before doesn’t mean that I don’t have the $$$ or the will to open up my wallet for you and make it rain. Just sayin’. 

That said, once I came back to the North side, I felt much more comfortable being in the herd of people walking this way and that. One always feels judged at Somerset, in my opinion, but significantly less on the North side. I ended my shopping trip with GAP, where I found $7 leather flip flops and a $16 double-sided (reversible!) heavy skirt, seen below.

2 tank tops for $8 and a $4.80 v-neck tee from Forever 21

Lastly, today we got our jury show results, which are really just the papers the judges filled out with scores for our collections. My solo collection got some pretty average scores, with lots of 7’s and 8’s from what I remember, and one or two judges thought it was not a cohesive collection which absolutely blows my mind because…it’s a fucking cohesive collection and I’m not just saying that from my point of view. However, one of the judges did write “favorite” at the top of their sheet!

For my collaborative with Alyza, we scored a lot of 9’s and 10’s and two judges wrote “favorite” at the top of their sheets. There was this one judge, and I think it was the old lady, who scored incredibly low for both collections, with 4’s and 5’s and nothing higher. I asked my friend Tina if she also got low scores from her and she said yes (2’s 3’s and 4’s O_O).

On the one hand, I was a little distraught and disappointed with the scores I got. I feel like some of them are inadequate (especially for my solo collection; I just can’t get over the fact that one or two of them thought it wasn’t cohesive…wtf) which is almost unfair to say because they’re judging from a completely fresh perspective. They didn’t get to see the trials and tribulations that went into making the garments, but that’s what judging is about, isn’t it? Seeing things as they are, no backstories, no explanations.

On the other hand, this has definitely been a good experience in terms of the real world. I’ve always known that the fashion industry is not an easy thing to be in. It is not as glamorous and star-studded as we all like to think it is. It’s harsh, it’s cruel, it’s unwavering and it does not care about your feelings. After reading my feedback, I sat in my desk chair in anger, sadness, and resentment and thought that I need to harden my backbone. I also asked myself why I entered this field in the first place. I’m talented in many things – photography, for example. I could do that for a living, I thought. Then I remembered that judgment comes from all angles, in all fields. It’s really irrelevant what artistic endeavor I make my career (multiple, maybe?) for there will always be someone out there with a stick up their ass and their nose in the air who does not like what I do and has no qualms about voicing their opinions.

That said, tomorrow is another day. Cheers.

Passing Out After This.

I nearly forgot to write up a post tonight until the thought suddenly struck me that I haven’t done that today. I’m so tired. My sleep schedule got off track [naturally] because of break week, so last night I went to bed at 1 something and now it’s catching up to me. I was fine all day until the last 2 hours or so. I will be passing out after I finish this baby.

Anyway, today was a pretty good today. I felt pretty gross appearance wise all day though, and my underwear constantly dropping was not a lot of help. But HNI visited the library thrice, the last of which was around the time I had to go and we were so caught up in talking about photography and Photoshop, that I was several minutes late in signing out of work and getting out of there.

Furthermore, one of my old co-workers from Job 1 came up to visit today – however, we missed each other by about 10 minutes so I was kind of sad about that. I haven’t seen him in a few months.

When I got home, my mom and I headed out shopping. We hit up Somerset Mall, which is Michigan’s like…King of Prussia mall. It is my personal belief that you should always dress up when you go to Somerset so that you look rich enough to shop there. But I still see slumpy people perusing the place and I judge them every time. Do not show up in sweatpants to Somerset. You are embarrassing yourself. We also stopped by Nordstrom Rack and Meijer and I got Neuro’s Sleep and Sonic drinks as well as some delicious mustard. I have a thing for mustard. It makes me salivate like Pavlov’s dog.