For a long time I’ve distanced myself from gravitating to the arena of fashion because I had
believed that with all the emphasis being placed on physical appearances I deemed it superficial and shallow. Let it be known that I was very self conscious at the time and I wanted less to do with things that reminded me of how much I was lacking, I just realized this.
If any of you are following me on Pinterest you may notice a few boards dedicated to men and women’s attire and a couple on masculine and feminine beauty. Let’s just say that belief had began crumbling slowly away and in it’s space there was a new one. Before I go on I will tell you that recently I’ve taken to stalk a couple of models (Ryan Barrette and mostly David Gandy). While doing so I came to see
how they look at it and my perspective shifted.
It’s like an art, of the cloth not the canvas. Art is a form of expression. Like in paintings, you might feel that piece touch you somewhere because somewhere in it you found something that pulled at you, you interpreted the artist’s strokes amidst the colours and textures. Perhaps you saw what the artist wanted you to see or maybe you something in it that’s yours. I’ve learned that fashion isn’t an obvious art but I wonder why. It tells us something about the wearer, chic, funky, reserved and so on. It, again I use this word or a variation, expresses and it’s something to respect.
So I shamelessly cruse around boards, with my eyes lingering longer in some places (on the clothes, people :P) and take it in. Try to understand what this look is trying to say. Is it something I would were (that is, if I had the cheddar), does it say ‘me’? Or does it say ‘Gaga’? I find it fun, it’s like fingering through hangers in a store only it’s on the Internet, a convenient way to window shop.
To be honest, some of the things they come out with are ridiculous and it make you wonder if people really wear those things on the street. Exhibit A: Continue reading