If you follow me on Instagram, you probably already know that I was in Paris this past weekend (yes, during Paris Fashion Week!). While I’m not yet cool enough to attend any shows, that doesn’t mean I didn’t partake in the fashion delirium taking place. The city was stylistically thriving (even more than usual) and this refreshing state of mind certainly guided my approach to dressing throughout the trip. The quintessential Parisian effortlessness that everybody talks about – it’s there, and it’s real.
I think there’s an element of trust between fashion and the French that the rest of us don’t experience; we spend precious minutes out of our day tucking and re-tucking shirts, re-tousling our hair, striving to achieve the perfect look. But the effortlessness of the French comes from them knowing that whatever garments they put on their back will indeed look more chic the less they are fussed with. They can’t afford to waste a moment double checking themselves – they have too many baguettes to eat and too little time.
I’m still trying to maintain that Paris state of mind when dressing back in Edinburgh and forever will, but there’s a spirit that exists in the city of style’s origin that’s hard to come by anywhere else. Until next time, I [wistfully] suppose.
Anyways, here’s what I wore. Let me know how I did.
If you had asked me two years ago if I would be wearing this jacket today, I would have grimaced and mumbled something about being “too casual,” or “not black enough.” And even though the essence of my style has changed since then, my mind still drew a question mark when I saw it on the hanger. But it intrigued me enough to try it on, so I did – what happened next should be obvious. The structured shoulders and loose hang spoke to me in a way that they may not have in a different phase of my life.
I look at my closet and realize that most of the pieces I own are light-years away from where I thought they’d be only a small time ago, and I wonder, why does this happen? Why does our style change so dramatically yet so steadfastly? And I know what you’re going to say: trends. I get it, trends influence everybody, even the consistent ones among us. But I think beyond that, what we’re looking to get out of our clothes changes.
For me, clothes aren’t just about how I look. I pick out a piece from my wardrobe and it doesn’t just tell me what color I’ll be wearing that day. A white frilly blouse peeks out among my hangers and it urges me to become the 70’s rock star I’ve always wanted to be. Suddenly, I’m thrown into a rebellious state and my beat up sneakers don’t look so ugly anymore, they look well worn in and beckon adventure. My sweet heeled loafers (shoes you’ve yet to see) call out to me to hop on a flight to Paris and spend the day reading French literature with a bottle of wine and a baguette on a park bench. My clothes lead me to lives I haven’t lived, and they only bring me that much closer to the woman I want to become: adventurous, brave, curious, and strong.
I’m sure, in ten years’ time, that the places my clothes take me won’t be backstage at a Rolling Stones concert or walking along the Seine River – they’ll transport me to other locations and lives that will bring me closer to my desired end state.
But for now, I’m going to keep wearing this jacket until I don’t quite feel like camping out in the African plains anymore.
In light of all the leopard we saw this past fashion week and an attempt to ~feminize~ my fall look…
Finding this dress was a blessing sent from another realm. In this weird transitional time I keep finding myself gravitating towards my baggy jeans, vans, and simple tees, and leaving my look at that. While I’m all for simplicity, the effortless cool one feels whilst wearing blue jeans and a white tank has gradually slipped into a mundane dressing routine, and I’m beginning to hate it.
The result of this pendulum swing is a newfound attraction to more feminine dressing that I haven’t felt in a long time. Just in time for fall, too, when life is becoming routine again and I need something refreshing. Wearing a skirt or a dress can put a spring in my step that nothing else can, and you don’t need baggy jeans to bring you down when school is already doing so.
Here’s to another 2 (maybe 3) weeks of being able to wear this dress! Then I’ll have to start engaging my brain while getting dressed again.
In an unexpected turn of events, I’ve chosen an outfit filled with cool tones just as we head into fall. I suspect that a hint of nostalgia for the summer months had something to do with the choice of ensemble, but who’s to say.
Nostalgic as I am, however, I am beyond ready for fall. I’m slightly tired of having my makeup melt off in the humidity of Montreal and I’m more than a little excited to be wearing 4 layers again. (With boots, such as these incredible snakeskin beauties that I snagged this summer at a killer price)
I guess this look is the middle ground between these two, very conflicting, tendencies.