“#SAVE The Last Dance…”

You will not leave.

You,

offspring of Dvorak.

You,

who distort fallen leaves,

underfoot,

in your vernal rendition,

your rich, Autumn rite.

You,

sprites,

who contort and convert the Now-century,

writhing

and crumpled in Krump,

gyroscopic and free…

… You, nymphs,

 who behold fawns of fashion,

whilst trashing the air of the après-midi,

causing blithe interference…

… Yes, you,

elvish synonyms,

interface rhythm,

Parisian protocols,

banking and flanking,

from left and from right,

as myriad moving material

slices through spotlight.

You,

who transform Nature’s atmosphere,

piercing the raven-haired habitat,

writing in space with your form,

split the atom,

the norm,

as an army of classics, abstracted,

defy and define,

with news-worthy chronicles,

re-setting garments, to zig-zag convention,

re-dressing the balance

of how to keep cool,

when the weathervane indicates, ‘warm’.

You will not leave me.

You will not leave my mind’s eye.

You,

living portals of dreams,

have affected my Soul,

with your

mischievous movement

and palette of

fanciful,

creative schemes.

 

 

 

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“Hashtag LFW”

On the eve of London Fashion Week,

conscious crowds of cognoscenti,

catwalk streets,

seek sneak peeks

of all-things designer, emerging,

devastatingly unique.

Names-to-know

and to-be-known,

stand side-by-side,

in scheduled lines,

but wait…

the coup, is to be fashionably late…

Pull-up, just outside of time,

to kiss the air with countless creatives,

who have a date with bated breath,

to ponder the result of

pieces they had seen,

in toiles

and prelim states.

Art-in-motion, is their stylised fate.

Out -the-gate,

the scenic standard sets the mood…

Lumens brightly skate and bounce

off shades,

as technique has its shining moment,

leaves the runway

and then quickly fades

from view…

… that’s the time technology comes through.

Filmed finales,

uploads, downloads,

complement the see-now, buy-now multitude..

… But that is all en route…

Today, is just the interlude…

Upon the morrow,

 workin’ it, from B.T.S to L.F.W,

will dictate gilt-edged grit,

accessorised with

fierce-time, face-time…

 stone-cold style

and

street-wise, hi-vis attitude…

 

 

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“Kors And Effect…”

Welcome to a world,

where an arts and crafts backdrop

bursts into Bahia babes,

in blasts of flowers…

… and riotous hues

of pinks and blues,

mismatch stripes,

that clash,

with roaring animal prints.

Stroll along the painted pier,

where fluted flares and fringe,

drop voluminous hints and

flit about with flirty florals,

flipping between

blocks of black and bucket hats.

Listen up!

A musical mega-mix

mirrors the material mash-up,

inviting you to crash the

beach-club party…

Just turn up..

for this is a world,

where the hipster-hillbilly,

meets hip-hop sensibility,

and celebrates the young at heart,

ready to run free!

 

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