Scraps of dirty unfinished metal seem dull and useless, like such unstable beings that don't know what they are for.
Things all start as a mere nothing. Nevertheless, it is often asked to give a meaning to those as if they would have existed for
what they were.
I collected some rocks on a street and painted them nicely in red, hoping to make them seemingly worth however,
soon enough, I realised that I gave them a mere embellishment rather than a vitality of its own.
The book 'The Origin of Beauty' by German biologist Josef H. Reichhoff explores that it is an instinct for survival trying to retain
beauty for the reason of reproduction. It seems to me that the entity instinctively perceives to be 'beautiful'.
Perhaps fashion is an act that started from such an instinct. Clothing, simply originated to protect a body is developing
into the field of fashion. As it gets more aesthetically superior and complementary, the realm of today's fashion breaks
the boundary of clothing and extends to the field of cosmetics, health, fragrance and further, art and space.
However, the instinctive act toward the beauty almost seems to be fierce. It has to be perceived that we might have
approached the distorted fashion by getting rid of the essence, while we pursued the beauty of ourselves.
The reason the painted rocks from the street do not look valuable is because the nature of the rock may as well be covered by the paint.