night cold started when baby jasmine, after begging for some time, finally got those converse knee-high boots she wanted as a gift from her father and wore them to the school christmas party (the only day kids got to wear their own clothes besides the boring school uniform). she wanted to look like one of her style icons from the anime series GALS! but she realized that others didn’t like these boots as much as she did and that she actually liked weird things. (aren’t we all a little weird anyways?)
night cold started when little jas picked up a bunch of old japanese fashion magazines from her cool-girl neighbor, realizing all of a sudden how the world was full of so many different forms of self-expression across cultures, times, and places. there were people who would dress so fun, so colorful, so bold, so happy to be themselves—the body, jasmine realized, was a canvas with endless potential and possibilities.
night cold started when teenage jas had her first tailoring lesson at school. she spent the entire night happily crafting a handbag from scratch with the help of her father, himself a craftsman. it was the first time she experienced clothing as a craft—not a finished painting, but the paint itself.
night cold started when young jas didn’t want to wear the same fast fashion brands as everyone else. with very little money in her pocket, she discovered her first-ever $2 thrift store and realized that while we keep making clothes, we also keep throwing them away. these garments held so many stories, memories, efforts, details, and personal touches that fast fashion failed to grasp.
night cold also started when adult jas felt disgusted in front of the mirror—when she felt a deep dislike for her body because it did not fit mainstream beauty standards. alternative fashion on social media celebrated just fashion, not impossible bodies. night cold reminded her that clothes shouldn’t wear you; you are the protagonist of your own narrative. so many of us out there worry about the same things, and we should make that stop.
night cold is an appreciation and celebration of unique self-expression, an eager response to the current conditioning of bodies. it’s a promise to embrace, affirm, and empower; an awareness of our environment; a yearning for diverse representation and inclusivity—an attempt to build a community with these values I hold close to my hearts.
Clothing to me is not just a personal matter or a creative choice, it is also a statement to the public. It is an experimental, fun space where our multifaceted identity interacts with vast aesthetic, cultural, historical, and narrative experiences that come together to flourish.
night cold started when teenage jas had her first tailoring lesson at school. she spent the entire night happily crafting a handbag from scratch with the help of her father, himself a craftsman. it was the first time she experienced clothing as a craft—not a finished painting, but the paint itself.
night cold started when young jas didn’t want to wear the same fast fashion brands as everyone else. with very little money in her pocket, she discovered her first-ever $2 thrift store and realized that while we keep making clothes, we also keep throwing them away. these garments held so many stories, memories, efforts, details, and personal touches that fast fashion failed to grasp.
night cold also started when adult jas felt disgusted in front of the mirror—when she felt a deep dislike for her body because it did not fit mainstream beauty standards. alternative fashion on social media celebrated just fashion, not impossible bodies. night cold reminded her that clothes shouldn’t wear you; you are the protagonist of your own narrative. so many of us out there worry about the same things, and we should make that stop.
night cold is an appreciation and celebration of unique self-expression, an eager response to the current conditioning of bodies. it’s a promise to embrace, affirm, and empower; an awareness of our environment; a yearning for diverse representation and inclusivity—an attempt to build a community with these values I hold close to my hearts.
Clothing to me is not just a personal matter or a creative choice, it is also a statement to the public. It is an experimental, fun space where our multifaceted identity interacts with vast aesthetic, cultural, historical, and narrative experiences that come together to flourish.