The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

I guess being a designer is over-rated. Which spoils it for me. Cause I once thought that I could make an impact. I was so amp-ed that I found something that was me, something that was for me and only me. Nobody else was into it 5 years back, when I was collecting sewing books and sketching out drawings. Everybody was hooked on the new hype. What ever it was back then. So shit, I was set. I didn't care about what everybody else was into. I was too busy interning for my cousin who was a designer in Trinidad :) At what, 12 years old?

Let me paint you a picture. A little girl around 12 years old smiles brightly with a plate that she's holding with her own two hands. On that plate is a cake that she just baked with the words Fashion Designer on it. She's so damn proud of her cake. She wants to savior it forever. Hold her dreams to herself. She wants to be selfish for a moment. The little girl grows a little older. Still with her cake in her hands smiling bright as ever. Then KABOOM! A rush of people buzz by the girl. These people dressed in neon colored clothes, with rags around there necks, Nikes on there feet, and glasses with the lens poked out. Each one taking a piece of the cake till it's gone. The girl is left there with a empty plate, but she spots a few crumbs. From those crumbs she will build back that cake, bigger than ever. And this time, she's putting it in the fridge.

Cake - Dream, People - Hype. Hype kills.

Anyway, please let me know if you would buy these shirts? I need inputs, good and bad. I don't critique myself. So you can for me.