Fashion

THE NEW LOOK

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Day 29; National Poetry Writing Month 30 Days/30 Poems #NaPoWriMo

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I am
that fine line
that divides
what is feminine
from what is
futuristic.
That fine line
that flushes
the fabulous
out of the fickle.
The reflection
of what once was
incased
in something else
and might
one day
be called
another new look.

All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Photograph taken at the Fashion Forward exhibition, Musee des Arts Decoratifs, Paris 2016

The Bags@dB.d

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The Bags@dB.d

I know this isn’t Poetic or Pose but my site is all about creation and I’m taking a break to self promote another side of my work and shamelessly plugging my Tote/Market bags which I make to order and sell on Etsy https://www.etsy.com/shop/TheBagsdBd or via email on my website http://www.thebagsdbd.com.

Never liking to be boxed in or labeled, loving cooking (you gotta try my 7 hour Boeuf Bourguignon, 7 hours to cook, not eat), baking (the more butter and chocolate the better), interior design, singing (not always in key) and, of course, writing but fashion has always been a part of my life since studying fashion design at The Grafton Academy in Dublin, Ireland way back in the 1990’s and later working as a pattern maker for various fashion brands in Paris, London and Amsterdam, but for the past year I’ve been making these little bags which friends have been loving, so I now have a website and a store and the machine is waiting to create your personal order.

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The Bags@dB.d focus on a careful blend of the 3 F’s: Fabrics, Flare and Fashion aiming at Men and Women who like a mix of Solid Colours contrasted with Bold Stripes, while insuring every detail is Created and Crafted at Home, in Europe.

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The Bags@dB.d offer homemade Tote/Market Bags in Limited Edition Fabrics including textured cottons, canvas and linens, fully lined with contrasting striped linings, reinforced with heavy canvas for added strength with an option of either hand or shoulder straps and an inner pocket for easy storage of phones, wallets and keys- so more more rooting at the bottom of your bags anymore. As soon as one fabric runs out another fabric will take its place, making each small run of bags more unique. Swing tags are printed with a traditional wooden stamp giving it an added handmade feel. All bags are posted wrapped in tissue paper and packed in boxes to make sure they reach you as perfectly as possible.

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Drop by http://www.thebagsdbd.com to see the A to Z of the Making of The Bags@dB.d

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Check out the mini promo for The Bags@dB.d below:

All Bags, Photographs, Modelling and Silly Mini Promo videos made by Damien B. Donnelly

In the Architecturally Fashioned Memory of Modern Made Man

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I am of an age that is ageless,

The very essence that lingers somewhere

Between shadow and light;

That indescribable grey matter separating

All that aligns itself with black

From all that derives its purity from white.

 

I am the illusive thread

Which ties the journey together,

Twisting and twirllings of threads

Weaving together past, present and, as yet,

Briefly imagined future.

 

I am the force between that barely dreamt dream

Of what will be and that longing, lodged firm in the memory,

That leaves logic out to recall that single

Moment of magic from that day, long ago lived.

 

That room in the mind that holds so tightly

To that taste once passed over lips, ripe for the tasting,

I am the emphasis of purity in the remembrance of that very taste.

All else, long since, fallen by the wayside

Or lost out amid the uncertainty of what is remembered

And what was real.

 

I am the playfulness of the light

You see cast bright on your sky high towers

With their windows onto the world.

I am the linear contrast of urban lines,

Rising sharp and structured amid the chaos.

I am the smooth sleekness

Untwining myself from a frivolous mess.

I am the seduction salvaged from the superfluous.

I am the impression left on the skin long after I’ve parted,

The mark of what once was, what is and what will be.

 

I am what makes the melancholy magical,

Every mood a melody;

The manufacturer of the moments

The mind will muster.

 

I am the lines that will lead you on,

Latitudes to rise upon and longitudes to fill your form.

I am a city seen from above

With straights of sky-scraping streets;

Lean lines, lengthy and lasting,

Marching triumphantly forwards as if to herald mans rise

Out of confusing chaos and stake his claim to stand above,

Alone, assured and reassured,

Calm and confident,

Always exceptional, occasionally eccentric,

Uniquely independent and always individual.

Modern man made in a blend

Of what is both memory and what has yet to be.

 

I am everything you put on to be who you are.

Yesterday you dreamt of me,

Tomorrow you’ll remember me,

Today, you are me.