About Me
Slang - Language which rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands, and gets down to work. Disparaged by some, but used by all.
“God is really only another artist; he made the elephant, giraffe and cat. He has no real style but keeps trying new ideasâ€. - Pablo Picasso.
Isn't it all to obvious and predictable about the way becoming an 'individual dresser'? Rest assured to get this slanted view, all you have to do is scorn and spit upon current trends and move into spaces that no one else wants to inhabit. Then all of a sudden you're quirky and cool.
Have you not noticed how quickly artisits who do this become part of the mainstream? I just don't understand these people who go out of their way to be different - all in the name of showing a creative mind.
Oh...please.
Surely you're wasting all this 'creative energy' by slavishly following every trend. To liberate your creativity you need to liberate yourself from fashion altogether.
Don't be someone else, a pretentious tit who aspires to look like Kate Moss, and think that if you dress like her, you'll be her. Dressing like someone you're not, doesn't change who you are - you just feel like mullet dressed as lamb, or, Vannessa Feltz dressed like Paris Hilton.
Just because I decided one day to dress in the new A-line pencil skirt, with matching blazer, wouldn't make me any more prepared for work. I'd still be unorganised and see my deadlines as flexible agreements.
And just if I had decided to dress up for a party, hotpants and all (or less, evidently), it wouldn't make me any more comfortable with the concept of small-talk...
And so on.
People aren't easy to read and predict anyway, how on earth are you supposed to create a 'personality' through clothes. It may be an accurate representation of who they are, or a false one. Who are we to know?
Most of us think we're a pretty good judge of character, when in fact we're all a bunch of hypocritical bastards. If, ourselves, are late we'll put it down to poor public transport, if others are late we'll blame it on there poor time-keeping. But that's going off context slightly - basically, our judgement isn't anything to go by. So dressing to impress others is a waste of time, seeing as they're looking at you in the contrast as you'd hoped so.
Dress for yourself, not for others - for God's sake.
Itchy-footed travellers order travel brochures and dream about palm trees or icebergs. Gardeners thrill themselves by ticking boxes in glorious seed catalogues. Fashionistas in layers of wool pore over spring fashions and sigh over skimpy summer dresses. Winter’s gift is that we can take our time. We can shape our new future in our minds, but we don’t have to rush out to do any of it, not yet. That comes later.
In spring and autumn we are edgy with the energy of the changing seasons. In summer we want to be outdoors and snatching every sunbeam, but winter, winter is the gift of stillness and imagination. Winter gives you time to dream and it would be ungrateful of us to ignore the gift. If the sun, that blazing explosion of energy, can stand still for a while, then so can we.
“Children of the future age, reading this indignant page, know that in a former time, love, sweet love, was thought a crimeâ€. - William Blake.
The story of art is the story of humanity. It is a natural instinct for us to decorate, to record and to venerate - through images and objects - the world around us. The galleries to which crowds of us now flock in mass are simply the new chapter in a complex, evolving tale which began when our forebears etched images into rock and bone.
