But I began second-guessing my love for fashion when I met a few dozen of the die-hard, super-trendy fashion fanatics that flock to New York City in droves, and who live by the “rules” I hitherto thought were legitimate jokes (i.e. wearing only what’s in season, not wearing white after labor day [I wish I was kidding.], etc.). In my opinion, the only thing fashion-related that needs to be taken seriously is making sure your ass hair and/or tampon string isn’t hanging out of your bikini bottom before starting a game of beach volleyball (that goes for both men and women). Otherwise, have a fucking ball.
There are things in this world, of course, that I’d rather not see. Like fields of perfectly-formed cellulite protruding from the contracted thighs of a proud BBW wearing spandex on the subway, or the fungi-infested toenail of an 80-year-old man that appears to have been dipped in a pot of yellow curry before he put on his Croc-flops. But me telling either of those people “what not to wear” is rowin’ up the creek in the same paddle boat as someone telling me that I shouldn’t be wearing a pair of metallic gold leggings on my head - a claim which is absolutely absurd, because WHAT THE HELL ELSE WOULD I BE WEARING???
|Here are some stylish people who don't give a flying pig's ear what you think!|
Aelita, Queen of Mars, Anna Piaggi, Carmen Miranda
Style, you see, is a personal quest. Outside inspiration is welcome (HELLO RUNWAY SHOWS), but outside intervention, unless asked for, is less than vital. It should be an exercise in expression, not a practice of imitation or de rigueur.
This is where fashion and the fashion industry make a swift divide. The “art” of creating and styling clothes (which, as pretentious as it sounds, does exist), is lost among the commercial drive to sell millions of copies of the same skirt in department stores all over the world.
All that being said, I will forever love watching Fashion Police.
The lesson here is that taking fashion too seriously is like yelling at the kid behind the counter at Whole Foods that he’s scooping your potato salad incorrectly (and no, I never figured out how to do it right) – there are, or rather should be, more important things in your life.
So, in the spirit of not taking fashion too seriously, put a pair of leggings on your head. Shop in the old-lady section from time to time. Wear things not made for your gender. Be tacky. Look ridiculous. And when all that becomes just a little too much, a t-shirt and jeans never hurt anyone. Eventually you’ll find some sort of middle ground that is intrinsically “you”. And if that "you" ends up looking like a gay space cowboy from the Amazon or a modest comic nerd from Wisconsin, work it.