SO I THOUGHT, IS THIS MY HOBBY?
Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about the importance of truly getting to know people's hobbies and passions when meeting someone new. As kids, we’re often encouraged—or outright pushed—into having a “hobby,” some activity designed to teach discipline, foster better habits, and connect us with like-minded others.
In my opinion, hobbies can reveal a lot about a person. They’re often a reflection of someone’s personality, shaped by the way they’ve developed over time and how much meaning that person has infused into them.
For me, however, consistency in my hobbies and passions has always been a challenge. I’ve dabbled in art classes where I learned to paint, took photography courses, and even tried tennis and gymnastics because they seemed like “cool” sports to be part of. As I got older, I went through phases of hitting the gym or attending Pilates classes—but never with any real commitment. I’ve never had a hobby that I could claim as my own, unlike those people who feel deeply fulfilled by running, cooking, singing, or similar activities.
Despite all my attempts, I’ve never found a hobby that demanded discipline from me—something that truly pushed me to grow or develop myself in a meaningful way. I’ve never had that one passion that lights a fire in me and pushes me to create, explore, or improve myself. That is, except for one thing...
It may sound trivial, but fashion—clothes, creativity, self-expression—has always been a constant in my life. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been drawn to exploring trends, indulging in shopping sprees, appreciating beauty, trying on outfits, taking self-portraits, and staying up-to-date with the latest in the fashion world—if you can even call that a "hobby." I always saw it as something truly trivial, something I loved but never considered a real hobby. I could have stopped doing anything related to it, and nothing would have changed. I could get bored, take a break, and come back, and nothing would have been different.
For 24 years, this fascination with fashion has been a quiet but loyal companion. It has driven my curiosity about myself and helped me inch closer to discovering what truly excites me. Yet, I’ve struggled to turn it into something tangible, something more than just fleeting thoughts or random moments of indulgence. I want it to be something real—something others can see, appreciate, share, or even laugh at.
This project marks the beginning of that journey. It’s where I prove to myself that this passion is more than just a passing interest. It’s about joy, honesty, and real curiosity to see where it can take me. I believe this process will teach me the discipline I’ve lacked in other areas of my life—whether because things always came easily to me or because I never had to be consistent to get by.
This time, I’m challenging myself to approach things differently. To make it matter. To embrace the process, no matter how difficult it may be.
Especially if it’s difficult.
