So, what on Earth happened to Nyx?
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Finally, I drew my own logo. Neat, huh? I like to think the association to roman numerals is evident, for various reasons. |
Living in a new country (in my case Norway) does change your style, if not your whole personality. It really does. I went through somewhat of an identity crisis when the reality of my old life disappearing for good, because of the choice I made, finally hit me. The nocturnal creature in smart black nightclub outfits was gone. It has a day job. It gets up at 7. Not that this one is new, but still. I now live in a place ”where the air hurts my face” and where the weather is so rainy and humid, that I may consider myself lucky if I get 2-3 good hair days a year. I have to be able to jump over ponds and race over rugged terrain to get to work. Bye-bye high heels ? No friends. At least, not at first. No dark, flamboyant peacocks to hang out with. Everyone seems to be rocking trends, and trends only. Or being very down-to-earth and basic. Do I have to do the same, to be accepted in my new homeland? I tried wearing some trendy scandi shit for a short while, and I felt ridiculous. Having moved from Serbia to Norway, carrying one suitcase only, I simply had to buy new stuff, and so I figured I might as well try to suck up to my new country(wo)men and blend in.
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This is how I felt at first – invisible, naked, faceless and alone. Still cool in a way, though. See more of this project here. |