I have never been one to lounge around in sweatpants on a Sunday binging netflix, well the lounging and binging part yes, but never in a pair of sweatpants. I can honestly say i do not own a pair. For good or bad a lot of my self worth comes from my fashion choices and it’s a bit part of who i am.
I’ve always had an eye on how to dress the body I was born with, the one I try to keep slim and fit but also eats ice cream and cake more then I should. When I was in high school I won the best dressed award, I was also voted most likely to be running GQ magazine at thirty.
The latter did not happen. I grew angry with fashion as more and more fast fashion was becoming the go to for my generation. I guess it wasn’t fashion I hated, but the people controlling it. It was being turnt into the massive cow of an industry that didn’t fit my idea of what it meant to be fashionable.
I was very young when I found a style that worked for me and I’ve mostly maintained that same look. The materials have become more expensive but the look has stayed the same. Watches and belts have come and gone, as have sunglasses and shoes. I used to wear thick Italian soled black shoes and now wear Birkenstocks almost everyday.
I don’t say all this to brag or come off as some fashion expert. I am not, The thought of dressing someone else bores me to sleep. The last year has been yoga pants and athletic wear almost non stop. and I’m tired of it. I want to see sun dresses and leather sandals and heels, sexy sun glasses and big bright colors on lips. I’d also like to see lips again, so get your vaccine. I want to see tailored chinos and polos and loafers. Aviators and short shorts.
Fashion took a back seat this past year since everyone stayed home so I’m not sure what’s to come. I’m a little excited but mostly nervous. If I have learned anything over the years of crafting my own style its fashion magazines and trend pushers will try again to turn something so personal into something for the masses.