Looking for more Monday distraction?
Let’s hear it for the risk takers. Let’s hear it for the risk takers plus the rule breakers, the trend makers and the style shakers. Let’s applaud those unafraid of loud colors and saturated filters, of mixed media and clashing plaid.
Let’s high five those who laugh in the face of what’s considered normal, or regular, or typical, or usual, or quotidian. Let’s shake the hands of the girl wearing five types of plaid at once. The man in florals. The androgynous model in head to toe leather. The perfectly matching friends. The person in a monochromatic palette of darkness and her alternate-universe counterpart in all white.
Let’s bow down to the over-accessorized, to the woman who looked in the mirror and not only refused to remove two things but in fact added on two more, plus a red lip, plus a crazy hat. Actually let’s high five anyone who’s adopted crazy as descriptive adjective for beloved wardrobe possessions.
Let’s nod in solidarity towards the minimalistic wunderkids who’ve taken matronly staples and made them cool: the turtlenecks, the calf length skirts, the ankle socks, the sneakers.
Let’s chest bump anyone who found a voice through fashion, fist bump the late bloomers who found their sense of self through style, hip bump the ones who found a channel for creativity, and marvel at those who don’t give a flying fuck about getting photographed.
They just have a thing for weird ass coats.
But let’s also hear it for the photographers, the behind-the-scenes heroes who brave the elements to capture the perfect hint of blue. Why not be the people who wake up, admire our reflection, and decide the day’s going to be awesome by pure virtue of having fun with what we wear?
Let’s do it.
And since it’s a Monday morning that comes attached with a holiday (holla!), let’s do it with a song.