The Ebony Fashion Fair Show extravaganza was the first fashion show that I attended. What color? What beautiful men and women modeling the couture collections found only in Europe? What a grand looking crowd encompassing the set up runway? I was just a mere adolescent who understood style and color, but was naive to think I could accomplish such a feat. I wanted to model, then I wanted to design. At that tender age, I was all over the planet with my thoughts. But, Mrs. Johnson brought her lovely and lively caravan to my town and I was set on fire. I couldn't wait for my mom to purchase tickets and getting the right outfit was the most important feat in my life at the time. My mom and I was polished, debonair, sophiscated and styled. I sat on the edge of my seat and saw the runway light up and the music would cue, then the announcer would speak at ease of the outfits and the models strumming down the runway. I was enamored, I was in lust, I was meant to be in the fashion industry, because of you, Mrs. Johnson. Your passing has touch my soul and my heart. Today, I wore an outfit for you; conservative yet chic with a touch of pastiche. Thank You!!
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