Mens jumpsuit?

I envision to push boundaries and create something along the lines of this however with a huge hood, short sleeves and a short pant leg to combine with the roman gladiator accessories..... Possible?

Roman Gladiator Sandals

I have admired these shoes for like.... kilometres of years. Now I actually own them. I plan to combine them in an upcoming shoot with a contemporary twist on a male onesie and a gladiator theme of accessories... starting with the shoes. Oh, and I plan to also wear them in my everyday life! #love

PENTHOUSE MOUSE Open Photo Shoot

The heavy beat vibrates through the vast air and endless concrete floors. The vast spaces hustle with excitement and anticipation.

Watchers flutter about with a faux air of importance and self worth attempting to find the middle ground between paying attention to themselves and whats to come.

The stylist also flutters back and forth but with a sense of direction and dedication. She does the salsa dance of making sure everything fits the definition of perfect, a socialite, a perfectionist, a professional.

The models, males waif and alternative looking, the females blonde and perfect smiles, sit silently in front of the hair and make-up team, preparing to be transported from their daily life to a world of new beginnings. The team get to work, glazed eyes transfixed on each model, play Barbie and Ken.

The air through out the abandoned warehouse is chilled yet retains a warmth of creativity, the large space is desolate and barren, like an underground parking lot. The lights are dim but the expressions and smiles of people act like a pounding heart in a dead body with white washed walls. The air kisses and laughter between people, whether real or not, act as a barrier to the solid and harsh background.

Each camera flash captures a moment of perfection, a moment of life where nothing matters but the clothes. The photographers works the magic of the moment, giving regular instructional hand gestures and creating a mirror of poses for the actors to portray as they stand against a wall of white.

The models work on pairs, one guy with one girl. The variety of looks portrays shows the versatility of the brand. The shoot starts with two girls, on in white and on in black, on good and one evil. Mesh tops baring all with little on the bottom. One guy comes out on a jacket that looks like a laser light has pierced the soul of the fabric.

Next is a metronized country look, like the offspring of Country Road and Dangerfeild. The guy wearing a flannelet shirt that reached his knees making pants irrelevant, big boots to stick with the scene. His counterpart showing short shorts from, to somewhat extent, a great grandchild of the horse riding Jodhpur. Then as a complete contrast a girl appears in a pair of extremely tight short shorts that are completely covered in glitzy sequins. They are yellow then printed right in the centre of both front and back is a giant smiley face out of black sequins, a sight to behold.

Trance music breaks any awkward silence, generating a contentment amidst a world of fashion which is not at the slightest a grounded environment.

But maybe its a good thing; if we were to always remain in a world on the ground how could we touch the sky?

~ Hollier

Root Menu Music is Annoying

There was a 'favourite movies' section on my profile.... but again, I wrote to much to fit. Seriously, Blogger, get your act together. We like to write here....

I love bollywood movies... Something about the excessive smiles, head wobbling and the 'screw in the light bulb with your left hand and pat the air with your right' dancing always awakens happiness from wherever it may lie.

Dhoom 2 is my favourite movie, yes a Bollywood movie following the pursuit of two policemen against a world renowned thief and his gorgeous apprentice. Think James Bond cross with High School Music with a cast of men and women all invoking sexual desires. The tunes are pretty catchy too...

My other favourite movie is Kaboom, an American alternative thriller following the life of a schizophrenic and paranoid bisexual college boy who encounters many confusing moments from paranormal activity to undisclosed sexual fantasies. One finds it hard to watch and distinguish the characteristics of his mind, reality and the effect of illicit drugs.

My favourite TV series would have to be obviously Sex and the City, screw your face up all you want, I know you've flipped to it in ad breaks and ended up watching more than you intended, you can't hide it.

Another is Secret Diary of a Call Girl, which follows the upbeat and somewhat unrealistic yet humorous life of a London prostitute. Warning, after watching it, you WILL consider prostitution as a career move; just promise me you'll stick to ice-cream, tissues, convertibles and clothes you can't afford during your midlife crisis. We all truthfully know it's not filled with kind gentlemen swooning over your sexual experience. That's purely a TV marketing ploy to make it appealing... which works.

And lastly... I can never forget; Spartacus. The Australian TV series full of rich history, amazing fashion, chiselled and sweaty men, sex slaves, power, corruption, beautiful architecture, unrealistic special effects... Oh did I mention the idea of the actors wearing clothes was about as farfetched to the producers as was the fact that all the gladiators would realistically be dead after most of the wounds they ensure?

Seriously watch it, just make sure you are alone as you WILL take your clothes off, sweat profusely and have uncontrollable hormones... Come to think of it... That's probably why its rated R18+.

~ Hollier

Shades of Deception

Sunglasses are a topic of debate these days – has their function diminished from reducing the light penetrating the eye, to blunt and just fashion statement?

The first ever recorded usage of sunglasses, ironic compared to their title, were worn by the Chinese in the 13^th Century. The smoke coloured quarts lenses were worn in court as to conceal any eye expressions of those deciding the fate of a man below. Like those times, today sunglasses are worn in the fashioner’s world to solidify a positive perception of judgement experienced by both the wearer, and the viewer glancing from across the sidewalk.

 Sunglasses are a finishing touch to anyone’s summer attire. Without fashion, one is a mere blank canvas, without sunglasses, one is a painted canvas but lacking the signature required to illustrate completion and ownership of one’s work.

Those who wear designer sunglasses can give the impression of wealth and to some extent materialism. Whereas those who wear the sleek, slimline and edgy sunglasses with red reflective lenses show off their ‘masculinity’ and seek keen attention with one arm hanging out the window as they cruise by in their expensive transport.

The expressive look of retro hippy style or keen adverse in displaying a sexual orientation will be found with multicoloured round frog eyes glasses sitting sceptically between the nose and the upper brow. Those seen holding their heads high gliding through the streets are often sporting the sophisticated look of aviators. Those sunglasses originally created to aid pilots in World War II have since boomed into a fashion icon throughout the decades with those wearing them seeking an almost sacramental approach to fashion.

Then come the masked faces of avoidance, the sunglasses leaving more lens than skin and an impossibility to read facial expressions. The hidden faces scream loss of identity and a hurt and hiding personality. The awkward uncomfortable look that comes with these large goggles fits with the thought of them overbalancing and falling, leaving the sunglasses with a magnetic attraction to the floor below.

Sunglasses give an immediate attractive or repulsive portrayal of not only someone’s fashion sense, but also their self confidence. So next time you slide on your identity, are you showing yourself or hiding in the dark shades of dignity?  

~ Hollier

Maledious Modelius

What's with the name? Does he major in Ancient Latin? No, I don't.

I thought it appropriate to play with words and come up with a title to convey the irony with model stereotypes.

Stereotypes form for a reason, a generalisation based on a fact in a minority and projected onto the majority of people in the group. For female models it's usually regarding anorexia and other eating disorders. For male models, while not being as represented by the media as its female counterpart, it is the low intellect found throughout male models.

Honestly, this really is often the case... Sure, looks are nice... But you can only stare at someone for so long until you try and initiate a conversation... If the opposition cannot keep an interesting conversation evidently they will soon be forgotten.

So I found it necessary to create a paradox by taking 'male model' and turning into some elaborate scientific species name. I know, it really does nothing to justify my own level of intellect... However I never stated I was an exception to the stereotype did I?

I know I'm no Einstein, but when you research interviews with male models it becomes apparent to myself that I can at least retain a conversation with some depth and interest... Even if it's filled with big words that really hold no significant meaning that neither me or you truly understand.

I appreciate humour and intelligence in a human, so when I got the chance to create an ironic title... I couldn't just give it up could I?

~ Hollier

Cut-throat Individuality

The edgy sophistication that surrounds the neck of pop culture today could be a side effect of the reinvented bowtie.

Originating from the Croatian mercenaries during the Prussian Wars of the 17^th Century it is suggested it was dual purpose, as most births of fashion statements; it wasn’t worn for individuality but rather practicality.

Starting as a piece of cloth tied around ones neck in order to hold together the openings of the shirt, with the alter ego of the material to hide the dirty necks of sweaty men after long days of labour. It was transposed into a men’s fashion icon after the French upper-class fashioners replicated the look, successfully flourishing in popular demand throughout the 18^th and 19^th centuries.

Following the trends of all fashion, the bowtie was buried six feet underground just like the men that wore them. Left were the ancient professors and seedy uncles that still lived in the past with the bowtie as a statement of fashion. As a result of the perception of others they too, should have been buried.

Since these men have faded into distant memories, the retro statement of the bowtie has returned to claim its former crown of glory – with the new adopted pop icon surrounding the necks of endearing supporters.

Unlike their cousins, bowties of today are more often than not candy bar striped or polka dotted, because now, along with the introduction of self hygiene, dirty necks are a mere memoir of tougher times.

Those who walk daringly in the moth eaten shoes of their ancestors brave the perception to conquer – are bowties tacky or sophisticated?

With the eye level of many staring straight at the bowtie does this bring you an air of trust and intelligence or push you into the attention seeking, ‘look at me’ stereotype? A bowtie is like icing, it can make a cake look irresistible and copy worthy, or destroy and make it look inedible regardless of the interior design.

The question is – could you pull it off? Does individualism and classiness will one to put your neck on the line for a statement?

~ Hollier

Disconnected Street

Why would I want to write about myself? I don't really, I feel egotistical and pretentious. But then again, I like reading about other people... So who knows? Maybe you will actually want to read this... or maybe you just have nothing better to do.

Why am I writing here and not in the 'about me' section on my profile you ask? Well that has a limit of characters... I hate limits... Not even the sky will stop me. So, I figure, If I'm going to do this, I might as well do it properly. No one likes to window shop and have a limited view of something... Well I don't either. If you're like me you want to touch it, feel it, the texture running between your fingers... Fondle it... Physically violate it to the point where ownership is no longer a want but a necessity.

Note: I am talking about clothes here.... I do not get such urges in pet shops or day care centres, but thanks for making me appear a creep, how very nice of you.

So what will my blog be about? I'm not going to limit it, it will be open to interpretation, however seeing it will be my writing there is a high chance it automatically have a gravitational pull to fashion, art and my miraculous life of such adventures. To view all of my work click the 'my website' link on my profile which will redirect you to my fb page (facebook.com/hollierdesigns).

I will post the happening of my photo shoots and life as a male model, what's that you say? A male model? Stunning good looks? Fame? Fortune? International exposure? Oh, how I am yet to educate you.

I am currently working on building my portfolio to apply to the local agencies, however the chances of being selected are minimal so I will continue freelance work regardless.

Eventually I will open a youtube blog to coincide with this, one step at a time - settle down, I'm not a machine you know.

My fashion sense is a combination of metro with a large influence of middle eastern influence, such as Indian clothing, often refered to as the 'Boho' look... No that does not mean a homeless person, it's fashion slang for 'Bohemian' which is really a more naturalistic approach to fashion, simple designs and colours, often kept earthy. Think flowing light materials, rocks and crystals often having an incestuous relationship with all garments, more so in the women world. I have and am still developing my wardrobe to have such pieces, to crossover into the world of women's fashion (as men's is like a t-shirt and shorts... How do you expect me to stand out if I'm pressured to 'fit in'?) and some how make them appear masculine.

My music taste is similar to my fashion a fusion of pop culture and the earthy feel of middle eastern influences... I will make another post about that or I'll end up with this post the same length as what many call a thesis.

My signature drink.... That I drink every morning and multiple times throughout the day is a Chai Latte/Tea with rice milk or soy when ordering in a cafe (people in the regular world don't accustom their menu to support people who are heavily into health... society is all about burgers these days... rant rant rant).

The food I enjoy, being vegetarian, is mostly Italian and Indian. As stated previous I try to avoid dairy(lactose) and gluten as well, however it is harder than one might think. Also, I enjoy food and don't support my diet consisting solely of lettuce, regardless of the model stereotypes.

Cars? I don't even know the first thing about them, however I know they go faster if red and cost too much to keep. I have a Holden Sudan, yes I fit the stereotype well, but I really try not to have the music thumping and overtake you only to reach a red traffic light give or take 5 seconds of doing so. My next car will be an Alfa Romeo Spider 1998-2004, preferably white but I am liking the red interiors some other coloured ones have. I'm attracted to the sleek look, not to mention pretending to be expensive with a dwindling bank account is my forte. Fake it till you make it!

My favourite emotion would have to be firstly fear. What the fuck is wrong with me you think? It's not that I enjoy being fearful... Like I hate horror movies... It's just I think its its the foundation to move forward, to succeed. Well... for me anyway.
I also love suspense, it's like the mystery feeling, most times it is impossible to pinpoint the exact reason we feel it but more often then not always relates back to fear. I just think it's an important feeling. Whether it's because something bad is going to happen or something good, it means there is change and change is essential for development and growth.

Now maybe you feel you know it a little better.... Maybe not. My aim was to pick you up off that cold footpath off of Disconnected street where you were staring it me through a frosted window and invite you in to my shop to get to know me and my work better. Although, maybe we should leave the fondling for a later date.

~ Hollier