Today I was online, wasting time during a workshop… I know I know, but in my defense, the workshop was on the use of technology in our classrooms. In any case, I started thinking about my summer wardrobe and about all the different pieces I need to get if and when summer finally gets here. My list:
- Swedish Hasbeens Slip In (in black);
- Slightly oversized crew neck t-shirts (in white);
- Lightweight stripped sweater;
- Stripped t-shirts;
- Nike Huaraches;
- The perfect pair of distressed denim shorts that I’ll be wearing with those aforementioned Balenciaga sandals (inspiration: Tash Sefton and Elle Ferguson).
Nothing highly exciting, no real color, only updated versions of items I already own… That’s when a Garance Doré post from 2 weeks ago – Uniform – came to mind. At the end of her post, she asked “Do you wear a uniform?” I really want to answer no, because saying that I not only wear a uniform but also enjoy wearing it sounds so boring… Yet, you and I both know that it’s the sad truth.
For many years, my mum has tried to get me to remove my black cloak, with no avail. Maybe I’m just a really lazy person – black is easy and works with everything. Maybe it’s the Virgo in me – you really can’t go wrong with black. It could also be that wearing a uniform during my formative years has conditioned me to appreciate its distinctive nature. Or maybe it’s just that, as The New Oxford American Dictionary puts it, it is the particular way in which I exist in the world of fashion.
It is the forming part of my sartorial personality.
Today, I wore black. 