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No. 4

06/28/2015

H&M leather jacket / Topshop sweater / Beetroot bralette / Superga shoes

Four years ago, the curious 15 year old me decided to take blogging for a spin. One platform browsing and account registration later, dilemmas and confessions of an adolescent quickly surfaced the web-sphere. A journal I’ve so keenly preserved and kept under my pillow until I decided to take my writing online. Why not, right? It’s the digital age anyway! But I didn’t instantly jump to the idea of blasting my content to the public. I gave myself time, around three or more private posts, before I knew that maybe this was my calling (just like how it took me a while to get comfortable with 1. getting a domain and 2. using the term ‘my readers’ – wait, I have readers?!)

My newfound digital canvas instantly turned into something you’d find on the back pages of a school notebook: a frenzy of doodles, writings and any scribble made out of immense boredom. Copy-paste worked like glue on paper and it slowly replicated my journal where I could aimlessly write just about anything. It was my new kind of creative outlet with no intentions of being a masterwork. Case in point: feather earrings (cringing) and a series of unfortunate events à la my first day of school. Just plain innocent, leisurely writing.

My landmark to fashion blogging began after discovering lookbook.nu. A second shot at testing and proving that curiosity may not always kill you. Zombie in Stilettos was launched and a roster of sartorial-related posts took place: runway covets, flat-layouts and the evident style posts. Three good years of building and branding myself as a style blogger. A few months back, however, I found myself falling to a slump and realised the reason was right on front of me; typewritten to every bio and intro of my accounts.

That was it. That term.

It all seemed so labeled — the term ‘blogger’ added to a prefix. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not detesting it nor will I stop pronouncing myself as one. I realised the label had put me in a box where I limited myself — the posts were getting monotonous and my blog got a little generic. I knew that reinvention wasn’t exactly the solution but simply drawing back to the roots of my old journal; where I shared any sort of ramblings and things I personally loved (loved doing and creating) Now that I’m four years into blogging, I’m all about creating better and real content wether time, or myself, is evolving.

Happy Anniversary, ZIS!

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