Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Different, But the Same

You may remember a series of one tweet I sent over fashion week chronicling the existential nature of my cab driver’s psyche. He knew off bat I was a show goer. It may have been the three phones in hand, it may have been the black wedges on a Saturday morning at 9AM. Regardless, he knew. And upon crossing town to drop my behind by the Prabal Gurung show he said, “everyone that goes to fashion week, all you guys, are different. But the same.” Eureka, I thought. But are we? And then this photo from Style Spotting surfaced.
And it was then that my half heart concurrence became, you know, full. Look back at this outfit, I posted it last week. Ultimately, nothing is the same. Actually, that’s not true: same jeans, same hat, same purse, same necklace. What’s the point of buying things though, if you’re not going to wear them. And still, the meat of it, all different. That blouse was Christina Lehr, this one is Equipment. The stripes don’t even travel across the same horizon. That jacket was Elizabeth and James, this one is from Sandro. Those shoes were open toe heels, these ones are wedged Proenza Schouler. Fashion Week rules are silly, repeat outfits as you deem fit. This isn’t my point though. My point is, we are the same, but different. But not in conjunction with one another, this is more an intrinsic thing. Let me explain why: when we fall into a genre of garment that works, that’s good, that most importantly makes us feel good, we tend to, or likely should stay with it.

This is a prime example of doing just that. I felt like the shit dreams are made of in this get-up and so in the following two days, I proceeded to riff off of it each time I got dressed. Proof on point above, another right here. I know Man Repeller is all about eclecticism and what have you but even before that it’s about finding internal confidence and sometimes the best way to do that is to find something you like and stick with it. Kind of like dating.

And in this post I did two things I never wanted to do: 1. informally emulate Oprah as confidence boosting wonder-woman, hold the wonder, hold the woman. 2. Compare fashion to dating like some sort of Carrie Bradshaw reincarnate. Ultimately, you see, despite my current relationship status, I don’t fornicate enough to take over this role. So…I still owe you a pony.

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