My philosophy on fashion is quite simple: do what you like! In
this day and age, if we take a closer look around us, all things fashion has been morphed and reinvented. Right before our very eyes and in various forms, shapes, sizes; the evolution of fashion is fusion. From the food we eat and restaurants we frequent to music genres we
like and our style of dress. I, for one, like to experiment with different
flavors, colors, shapes; something of a new found energy I find myself in
nowadays. I don't go too far off kilter with my own sense of
expression, but it’s thanks to my incomparable indecisiveness that I have room
to indulge in the “new” and “fresh” looks. There was a time where I would
simply walk away or, to some extreme, gawk at bold prints or bright neon
colors. I had a penchant for wearing many different (but all the same) shades of beige, nudes or
neutrals. I even went as far as padding myself on the back for staying away from the too-trendy looks (or so I thought), sticking to the
classic elements any savvy gal's wardrobe would contain, convincing myself that I was marching to
the beat of my own drummer. Who was I kidding? I secretly reveled in
getting my hands on that special top that wasn't
on the sale rack, new items for every new season. I could not, however, deactivate the magnet that would draw
me to those blah hues. Recently, though, I realized that I was washing myself
out, never adding any POP to my wardrobe. With age, (dare I say it) comes a
certain wisdom and experience. A sort of f&*k it attitude, if you will. The
audacity of wearing a pair of RED pants outdoors came not so long ago, accompanied by a
grey hair and a few wrinkles to match. I can honestly say that I have been
guilty of mixing and matching, especially lately. For instance, I am happiest
when I pair hard with soft, like a leather motorcycle jacket, over a frilly dress or work
attire with a pair of door-knocker earrings that we used to rock back in
the day. It would be fair to say that I am fully aware of my limitations. Nevertheless, when I find myself searching for the perfect outfit,
it can sometimes be a daunting task albeit my favorite thing to do. When people
go as far as to compliment my choices, most of the time I go off into a
tangent. I can go on forever about my passion; the how, what, why and where of
my outfit of the day. I can almost hear the eye rolls and, you know what, it's what
drives me even more to explore my inner motivations for my obsession with
fashion. I sometimes think myself to sleep, going over in my head-"which
top with which bottom" to the point of developing some temporary ringing
on my ears, but then I bite my tongue and count jean fits (skinnies, boot cut, straight, high-waisted) and it’s
off to lalaland I go-only to start my obsession all over again in
the morning. Too many outfits, not enough time! Living in New York is definitely a perk, soaking in
some major inspiration from the very same people that I stare at all day. It
may be unhealthy to obsess over what a person wears but in the end, when I am
flicking off all of those compliments from my shoulders like salt (for luck, of
course) I can honestly say to myself in a tiny little voice in my
head-"wow, this works!". What can be more gratifying than that?
