Posts Tagged ‘fashion’

Yesterday I went to one of my city’s “citier” neighborhoods.  I browsed through the Tibet store looking for a silk scarf.  I poked around the African store admiring their many drums.  I prowled through the used bookstore and bought a bunch of quirky postcards that I want to keep more than send.  Then I sat in a cafe for a good hour eating guava cream-cheese puffs and drinking lattes.  I wrote a little in my journal, but mostly I people-watched.

I still have fashion and style on my mind, and I observed something that led to a theory that I look forward to testing during future people-watching sessions, especially at urban cafes:

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I’ve been thinking a lot about fashion recently.  Or maybe just clothes.  I don’t think what I wear qualifies as “fashion.”  I wonder what the difference is …

fashion |ˈfa sh ən|
1 a popular trend, esp. in styles of dress and ornament or manners of behavior : his hair is cut in the latest fashion.
• the production and marketing of new styles of goods, esp. clothing and cosmetics : [as adj. ] a fashion magazine.
2 a manner of doing something : the work is done in a rather casual fashion.

My style of dress is jeans, t-shirts and boots.  My style of ornament is a watch, a scarf and a bag.  Neither of these is really a trend but I suppose they’re both popular  — or innocuous — enough.  I guess you could say that I dress in “a rather casual fashion.”

(Although I shouldn’t dismiss the power of jeans.  (more…)

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In an earlier post (about the sublime book/exhibit Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty) I said that my style was beat — as in the Beat Generation.  Jeans, boots, t-shirts — nothing fancy or frilly.  But “beat” wasn’t quite right.  Then a friend told me about the blog Tomboy Style and I thought, this could be it.

For a long time — though my late 20s and into my 30s — I  liked what I called a “kiddish” element to my look.  I came up with “kiddish” because of some confusion a friend had when I asked her if she thought I dressed too young.  Young to her meant sexy and there’s no way my kiddishness was sexy.  Exhibit A: little Keen sneakers.

(Not sexy.)

So I retired my little Keen sneakers, but I kept my Converse.

(I persuaded myself that these look more European than kiddish.)

My rule now, though, is (more…)

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Yesterday I took Alexander McQueen: Savage Beauty out of my local library.  Last night I spent an hour slowly leafing through this amazing book.

I am not a fashionista.  My look is beat — like, from the Beat Generation.  Jeans, t-shirt, boots.  Basic, but not sloppy.  Fitted, but not fancy.  I’ll wear a scarf or a watch — a stainless steel Swiss Army, or a chunky plum Zodiac — but rarely jewelry.  Still, I occasionally like to look at fashion magazines — but I’m almost never struck by anything I see there (either in terms of clothing or photography).

How would Jack Kerouac dress today?

Alexander McQueen is different.  (more…)

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