I Love your Style
But what does it all mean?
Profoundly interesting layering tactics as shot by Tommy Ton and told by personal style visionary, Taylor Tomasi Hill. I can’t make out who figure B is, (below) wearing Proenza Schouler, Chanel and really good denim but I imagine those of you far more informed than I am will help sort that technicality very quickly and I therefore thank you in advance. You’re an identification wizard.
Due to a writing assignment for a magazine that has prompted I define capital S-Style drawing from personal life experiences, I’ve been toying a lot with whether or not the aforementioned can ever successfully find an accurate definition. Style is an extensive melting pot choc full of different hues of grey. When stirred together they render indistinguishable beyond the obvious, which is to say that this is pot and that color inside of it is grey.
Maybe that’s alright though, and seeking an explanation for a topic as broad as style is too ambitious and simultaneously narrow. Or maybe it’s not. Diablo Cody once said that she has always been good at assuming new identity and as a result of that very honest, self-aware statement, the best I’ve mustered to define style rests in its ability to act as a window to identity.
Subjectively, the simplest way to start to do that is to connect style with fashion (Merriam-Webster did it first,) and then to recognize fashion (esoterically) as a portal of self discovery. Where does that leave style? Where does it leave us?
It’s interesting that something so familiar, so present in our habitual lives could render so conceivably difficult to define. Personally, I’m still thinking through this. I really wanted to start a conversation about it though because, well, you have great opinions. So, please, discuss.