In Search Of

January 6th, 2009

 What’s my style? I think I’ve been trying to find it all my life, experimenting and searching for a personal uniform. I’ve learned that I hate bright colors and pastels. No Lilly A-lines or swirling peasant dresses, please. Maybe it’s a result of my mother dressing me in red so often, but I love muted colors that are variations on a theme–black, gray, cream, camel, wheat, olive. Plain lines, classic cuts. No ruffles, drapes or flowing jackets. In clothing as in life and writing, I  am always trying to pare away, to simplify, to find the Platonic ideal of a shirt or a sentence or a soul. But in clothing as in life, I inevitably go off the rails, buying a swirling gypsy skirt that doesn’t go with anything in my closet, conjuring a florid phrase I can’t bear to prune or inflating a small setback into a storm of tears. The vision of perfection is always there but tantalizingly out of reach–and maybe my life would be oh so drab without the occasional drama.

4 Responses to “In Search Of”

  1. Anonymous says:

    Oh, yeah, I can relate: I have a closet full of bright clothes that I never wear. They lift my mood when I buy them and, no doubt, reflect the inner me, but I prefer not to attract attention with my appearance. One of these days I’m gonna break out!

  2. Anonymous says:

    Your style is beyond style…it’s in your voice, your eyes, and your wistful, funny, open-door mind. You can’t know how many people love walking through it. I’m one of them.

  3. frida says:

    oh my gosh…you made my day, whoever you are!

  4. Allegra Smith says:

    Beloved said I wear black because I couldn’t find anything darker. True. But I have found, me, the one with the simple lines and 30 year old jackets, some clothes by Lilith which I have grown to love. Pockets at crazy angles, dresses gathered at the bottom as if someone who didn’t know how to sew put them together. Reflecting my perfect imperfection perhaps? or learning to let go in order to truly enjoy the whim?