Fashion is exciting for me, as I assume it is for many of people. However, the thing that is most exciting is the excitement that is layered on top of that initial excitement. That is, that it is a different experience and type of excitement for everyone for varying reasons but we all kind of get it. Like love. No one can really define what that feeling is, as it is a different experience for everyone, but somehow we all know what we mean when we talk about love. My personal experience with fashion is that it is two things, the first being unpredictable. I read a statement from Garance Dore on The Coveteur that hit the nail on the head. She something along the lines about a piece in her closet, that she had loved it so much on the rack but she rarely ever wears it. You can think, “I have got to have that! I have to or I’ll just be so sad!” I may even save and save and then fork over two or three months rent to get it and then…crickets. Then I can buy a simple little nothing from a thrift store or H&M and want to wear it every single chance I get. Funny isn’t it? I also love those moments when you tell someone to try on something they’d never wear much less buy and when they step out of that dressing room you see a sparkle in their eye. They just received a little surprise gift. A moment of enjoyable shock perhaps. Sure enough, they buy it, love it, and never doubt your wacky suggestions again. It is this unpredictable game that is only too dangerous to pay if you refuse to buy anything other than high-end designer.
Secondly, fashion is very memorable. I probably have more vivid memories surrounding fashion moments than anything else. They say that memories that stick with you are due to heightened emotion like excitement, fear, elated happiness, agony. That says something, doesn’t it? It says to me that fashion is not just about labels, high prices, coveting pieces, or just the clothes you wear every day. I have always felt it is an extension of a person. An expression on the outside of what is going on in the inside. It is also a two way street, which just adds another layer to the complexity of its excitement. What do I mean by a two way street? I mean it has the ability to express how you are feeling on the inside and it has the ability to change the way you are feeling on the inside. I can wake up one day and feel very bold and dramatic, like a southern movie starlet (I associate my emotions with different characters I’ve created in my head). I will dress to fit that persona that I am feeling. I either do that to dress the part or maybe to intensify the emotion. I don’t know, but it happens. On the other hand, I can wake up and feel like shit. I don’t want to get dressed or brush my hair. I can’t stand the idea of looking at my reflection in a mirror. I just want to sit and be a puddle of pathetic by myself, but you can’t do that whenever you please. So I put on pieces in my closet that make me feel amazing and empowered. I brush my hair and put on make-up, not for me, but out of respect for my favorite piece that is “holding my hand” for the day. Viola! Attitude is transformed. Style is a relationship for me, like a dear friend you can count on and friendship is very similar to that two-way street that fashion walks. You can feel amazing, have a lovely day and it is all due to spending hours doing whatever with your best friend. Or you can feel down in the dumps, lowest of the low and the only person that can you pull you out of the wreckage is your best friend. Having those feelings parallel…it makes me believe that my love of fashion and style is real and important.