I have to engage with my work, so at the very least, I can be proud of myself wen I graduate. Mostly, need to have some more confidence and self-respect. I am not stupid, or last, or doomed. I will find a way, to do something. Anything.
Continuing my quest to write every day, I will now write about fashion. Now, there is no doubt that there is a little materialistic monster that resides in me. I can't help it though. I like stylish things, nice face creams, pretty make up and of course shoes. Ahhh, shoes. If there is anything in the world that I adore more then shoes, it's probably a shiny new appliance or a really good cup of chai tea. The appeal of fashion is simple but not very simple. For me, it exists as a form of expression. I love looking at older photos, when women had to wear little gloves with their purses and hats and skirts when they went outside. Also, there was a time when people dressed to get on planes and to go to restaurants and to the theater. I miss those days. I have nostalgia for a time that I never lived in. I think that is common though, among some people. It's okay to look back on to the past and imagine that there was something better than what exists today. But my love for fashion falls into very different areas. I love Italian luxury, silks, buttery leathers, sleek black suits with nipped waists. It's glamorous, and sensual, and very dressy, very feminine without trying to be so feminine. This is what I admire. Second, I love American styling. Very preppy and neat, crisp white collared shirts, denim chambray shirts over white shorts, the all-black uniform of New Yorkers, bright polos and riding boots. I love the simplicity of the styling, how you can have a uniform that gets you out of the house without worrying about matching your top and bottom halves. Lastly, I do take a strong style cue from vintage fashion. This is a girly side of me, pleated skirts, red lips, floral perfumes, a lovely thin silk blouse tucked into a pair of flared pants. I guess you can also toss in some street fashion cures: plaid shirts, something masculine, a little punky and irreverent. I think Mad Men more than anything really opened my eyes to how presentable you can look. I do feel very tirelessly overdressed sometimes, when everyone is in some sort of hipster-casual death trap of Urban Outfitters and American Apparel. Some of the girls, I must note, do look fantastic though, with their long coats, distressed jeans and flat boots. I hate that the bitter cold has turned into a fashion nightmare of sorts, with everyone forced to huddle underneath bulky puffers and knit caps like Inuits. I do love layering, but winter is the most ridiculous season, saved only by the possibility of tossing a chunky scarf over everything and calling it a day.
Continuing my quest to write every day, I will now write about fashion. Now, there is no doubt that there is a little materialistic monster that resides in me. I can't help it though. I like stylish things, nice face creams, pretty make up and of course shoes. Ahhh, shoes. If there is anything in the world that I adore more then shoes, it's probably a shiny new appliance or a really good cup of chai tea. The appeal of fashion is simple but not very simple. For me, it exists as a form of expression. I love looking at older photos, when women had to wear little gloves with their purses and hats and skirts when they went outside. Also, there was a time when people dressed to get on planes and to go to restaurants and to the theater. I miss those days. I have nostalgia for a time that I never lived in. I think that is common though, among some people. It's okay to look back on to the past and imagine that there was something better than what exists today. But my love for fashion falls into very different areas. I love Italian luxury, silks, buttery leathers, sleek black suits with nipped waists. It's glamorous, and sensual, and very dressy, very feminine without trying to be so feminine. This is what I admire. Second, I love American styling. Very preppy and neat, crisp white collared shirts, denim chambray shirts over white shorts, the all-black uniform of New Yorkers, bright polos and riding boots. I love the simplicity of the styling, how you can have a uniform that gets you out of the house without worrying about matching your top and bottom halves. Lastly, I do take a strong style cue from vintage fashion. This is a girly side of me, pleated skirts, red lips, floral perfumes, a lovely thin silk blouse tucked into a pair of flared pants. I guess you can also toss in some street fashion cures: plaid shirts, something masculine, a little punky and irreverent. I think Mad Men more than anything really opened my eyes to how presentable you can look. I do feel very tirelessly overdressed sometimes, when everyone is in some sort of hipster-casual death trap of Urban Outfitters and American Apparel. Some of the girls, I must note, do look fantastic though, with their long coats, distressed jeans and flat boots. I hate that the bitter cold has turned into a fashion nightmare of sorts, with everyone forced to huddle underneath bulky puffers and knit caps like Inuits. I do love layering, but winter is the most ridiculous season, saved only by the possibility of tossing a chunky scarf over everything and calling it a day.
