The Tri. Chronicles

The musings of Katrina N. Brathwaite. Fashion designer, student of life, lover, fighter, artist, QUEEN.

This summer I was granted the opportunity to design a capsule collection for locally based arts magazine Muze Caribbean. 

They asked me to do a dark summer collection based on lost summer love. To say I was lost initially is a complete understatement. At the time I was working on my own collection which was the complete opposite. Never the less I started the research and the illustrations just flowed.

We went from What Would Lil Kim Do to Cruel Summer i.e luxe, hip-hop inspired, dark.

Unfortunately we were unable to use all of the looks that were originally designed due to time constraints and my crazy schedule, but I must say, after a long period of uncertainty, I am quite proud of what we were able to produce. 

Of course there are many things that I would change, many things I would do differently, many things I would improve upon if given the opportunity. But this is what life is about, learning from one experience and taking it forward to improve the next.

I give thanks to God, Luke, Lennon and the entire Muze Caribbean team, my Tri. Collection team: Janelle, Nikita, Tesha and Lucinda, Graham Edwards and the entire team at Gadal Models, Deandra, Erika, Chris and Darian and everyone else who made this issue possible.

THANK YOU!!!!!!!

To view the magazine online please go here:

www.issuu.com/MUZEcaribbean

““Tell me the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breathe.”

“Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and rejoiced every time the Sun shone. He brought them joy and warmth, he was even the source of their warmth. 

But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solidarity. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned.

Then there was the Moon. As the Sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would rise into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as the people slept. The Stars watched her with wishfulness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn’t feel so empty. But they couldn’t. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights. 

Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day. 

So just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the Moon was untouchable. Uncurable. Unfreeable. 

“Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know. During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use. 

“Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun,”

““Tell me the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breathe.”

“Once during a time when the earth was simple, the Sun shone brighter than anything. The people were grateful and rejoiced every time the Sun shone. He brought them joy and warmth, he was even the source of their warmth.

But he was lonely, all by himself in the vast skies. He would look down at the people dancing in his radiance and wonder if he was simply destined to a life of solidarity. That was the price he paid for being the brightest, he reasoned.

Then there was the Moon. As the Sun grew weary and began to disappear, she would rise into the sky, flanked by millions of stars. Her radiance was a sad kind of beauty, one that went unnoticed as the people slept. The Stars watched her with wishfulness, hoping that one day they could get close enough so she wouldn’t feel so empty. But they couldn’t. The Moon was untouchable, surrounding herself with a blanket of darkness through the cold nights.

Until one day when the Sun was sliding out of the heavens, he caught a glimpse of her. She was peeking up, a rare side of her being exposed to the light. And while the Sun could shine, he knew the Moon could glow, and a faithful whisper trumped an arrogant shout any day.

So just as the Stars were wandering into the night, the Sun fell in love like a snowball hurdling down a mountain. How he wished to see her more than the fleeting moments he shared with her at both dawn and dusk. But the Moon was untouchable. Uncurable. Unfreeable.

“Go,” she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning. “Go and let me breathe, for you and I have decided fates. You illuminate the day, and I cast a glow on the night. We will never be. Our connection would go against what all the people believe, all they know. During the summer he would stay a little longer just in case she would change his mind. It was no use.

“Don’t you dare abandon your blessing of light for my darkness.” Those were the last words the Moon was strong enough to speak to the Sun,”

wgsn:

Take Note: These neon yellow highlighter pencils are the ultimate fashion week essential to keep your jotted notes both organized and on-trend, being that Limoncello yellow is this week’s #colouroftheweek. 

wgsn:

Take Note: These neon yellow highlighter pencils are the ultimate fashion week essential to keep your jotted notes both organized and on-trend, being that Limoncello yellow is this week’s #colouroftheweek.