my third time in the fashion industry

third time lucky right?

this time I'm at university studying my first year of university, pretending to know everything, wearing black, dressed like some gothic elf, as you do in your first year of university. who was i!

i have friends you see, well i have acquaintances in places. 

hoes in different area codes as ludacris put it once.

i begin working as a designer at boy london. every saturday and sometimes during the week.

i go into the basement of sick on red church street off brick lane, near shoreditch, next to some graffiti of the illuminati and a triangle etched into the bus stop with a  man with a moustache and a beard with his jeans rolled up and a tattoo on his neck. get my drift. it was east london whoop whoop!

i begin working for boy london, with stephane raynor working the till and me and two german girls working downstairs making outfits out of boy printed jersey, selling them in sick.

working on rihannas' jonathan ross ensemble, and nick minaj's boy barbie dress.

i stayed there for a couple of months it was fun, i got to dress up and meet some really interesting people.

it eventually grew thin, sewing for someone else's brand.

i remember taking remnants of material, sewing bandanas and shorts and vests out of the remnants selling them on ebay, getting money, i think that might of been illegal, but i guess it was only going in the bin anyway±

i sewed some more and eventually gave up.

the world was turning quicker, something was coming my way.