I put this look together a loooong while ago and only recently got around to wearing it. Some of you might already be familiar with my compartmentalized outfit system where I create a hundred some piles of coordinated garments and stack them up on my 'mobile wardrobe'. Throughout the week, or month, or series of months, depending on how many outfits I've shelved, I select a look from the racks according to whichever suits my 'emotional fancy' that day. A lot of accessorizing and tweaking goes into the outfit once it's been selected, too. I feel like I still owe it to myself to personalize an already personalized ensemble since my tastes evolve daily. The more information I consume, the more my perspective changes. And with a changed perspective comes a changed palette, which is reflected through the clothes I wear, words I use, people with whom I choose to surround myself, etc. you know the rest. Some people resist change, or refuse to let the things they know influence the way they sartorially self-represent. I believe that fashion poses an unparalleled opportunity to comment on the present world, and dressing in a conservative or unchanging style is a gesture of resistance to relevant commentary. It is a manifestation of stubborn ignorance. It isn't progressive. I can't say that everyone should value progression, or even branding with progression on a material level, but if you do and want to make your value visually evident, change your look in tandem with trends. Constantly.
This look came together in November of 2012, back when I was still influenced by a mystical, monochrome vibe. But I didn't end up putting on the outfit or photographing it until a few weeks ago. I still "like" the look (I think the idea is well-executed and it's pleasant and comfortable), but I recognize that it is no longer relevant to me or my life. Instead of homages to mystic, gypsy themes, I've recently found myself drawn to hyper-futuristic aesthetics in stark white and black. But there's room for outfits in between - outfits that don't exist to prove a point, to represent the cultural climate, to do anything except look good and shallow in their draping satin grandeur. The irony is that my acceptance of "the in between" could be visually likened to a gradient. To ombre. To dip dye. To what I'm actually already wearing. So even in my attempts to celebrate 'stylistic nothingness', small details like the fading blue pattern on my tee paradoxically reference a topical attitude, thus destroying my initial assumption that the motifs mean nothing. Such is "the text". Jk. Kinda.
As you can see, being a fashion blogger is so intellectually depriving that I'm now analyzing my own completely meaningless outfits from a critical lens. Looking forward to your comments about how you love the [something material] and will I follow your blog back because you're hosting a giveaway this week please and thank you? Bitch mode is ON. And I'm confident that I can get away with this level of unbridled snark because maybe only four or five of you read the text portion of my blog. I KNOW THESE THINGS. Hi.
FROM TOP TO BOTTOM:
Beanie - 99 Cent Store
Satin robe - Secondhand
You might remember the last time I wore a velvet piece from Toxic Codeine - the look was "Studs To Boot" and I paired a TC bodycon mini with a cropped tank for a unique summer silhouette. If you're down for the studded goth, plaid, and leather look, Toxic Codeine might be ya steez.
Everything is infinite,
Bebe Zeva
