ON WALKING EARLY IN THE MORNING, ONLY TO FIND MYSELF AS THE NEW SCISSORED DESIGNER IN THE MOLDS OF ALEXANDER McQUEEN AND KENZO
By:  Iris P. Concepcion

"On burberry blues
And lilacs and pinks
Merged a color of ostritched
Flamingo bleached in stitch."

The forthnight before the moon dropped its luminosity to the mortals below, treasure chests with locks were hauled off to the next tent city of wonder and merriment.

I stood in a garage that camouflages with Angry Birds, Earth and Oscar drawings, described by young men and women with seriously guffawing suggestions (I am Big Bird/ I have long beak/ I am thin/ I have a big head) and the truck was there, immobile, with its circus whoops and domed beds.  Our house used to own one of this kind.  The treasure chests reminded me of of my own childhood fear of opening them  least a monster would come out, crush my limbs and feed me to Satan.  It was placed in a small room with a big, furry teddy ิbear gifted by a grandfather from Las Vegas, Nevada, U.S.A. I simply stared at them like I did the truck and its treasure chest.

My new housemate, Devon Sawa alias Delvin (I suspect he is laughing his way out of his shin right now) opened his own version of the loot chest consisting of old plastic bags filled with used clothes.  He asked me to select the items that I could use (he selected the hand me down clothing ware for everyday wear).  I selected four items that I had refashioned with  cutting scissors, no needles and sewings required. The materials is Miss Sixty inspired with a Romanian print of a fat woman with cherubic hair looking down on the ground.  Sheer in nylon, the original creator must have been struck by a brilliant idea of converting the nylon stockings of his wife into a vampy top.  The outcome is splendid, charismatic, outlandish and deliriously avant-garde sphinx. The original shapeless drab and garment turned into a sexy mammal with birds flying on top of shoulders that I merely tied from the cut sleeves.  I scissored the sides to give it a firmer contour and I had tied the loose ends too.

I hereby propose that tying is the new needle work.

Thus far, my premonitions on the different visual explorations had widened here in Thailand: deeper writing styles, more natural attractions for my novel settings, wider latitude to engage in shape art that includes all sorts of clothes re-engineering.

I only have 20 baht in my bag but feels like a billionaire. Guffaws. I even take pictures like I could dislodge the top photographer of the country from his seat.