I've always loved and admired clothes and fashion, in an over-exuberant puppy type way. I'm full of enthusiasm and joy, but very clumsy and often making a mess and tracking mud through the house. This has been the case since I was a child, and could apparently always be found in layers and layers of dressing up clothes (regardless of whether or not they made sense or went together). I hope that in my years of living and reading who knows how many fashion blogs, articles and staring at Pinterest with feverish eyes (and making friends with someone eminently and effortlessly chic), that I've improved since. There are many times I read GoFugYourself and agree wholeheartedly with the comments, so I must be going right somewhere. One day I was off sick from school, and my mom gave me "The women we wanted to look like" to keep me entertained, which was a book she'd gotten from my aunt - I consumed it in that one day. It was amazing, all the beautiful clothes, the beautiful women. It had a profound affect on me.
My main problem is I get so bored with my clothes I feel I need to buy more, or throw everything out and start again, to misquote Elaine Benes (I couldn't find the original quote) "I just look at my wardrobe sometimes and I'm so bored". This maybe a uniquely female problem - Mr LaGoz has a very pared down wardrobe, and I've yet to see him standing in front of it looking at it with despair and going "I just HATE everything I own you know? I need a new suit, in a slightly different shade of charcoal and with a different collar. I also want the pocket about half a centimetre higher, amiright?". Or maybe because he doesn't dress by mood; there are times when my wardrobe just doesn't have the requisite clothes for me to feel like Audrey Hepburn post make-over in Sabrina, or Cher Horowitz in casual mode.
My other problem is that I just don't have enough money. This could be helped by going cold turkey on paying rent and eating, but that seems a bit extreme to get a fabulous YSL* Le Smoking jacket (though don't think I haven't contemplated it ...).
I also think that fashion is an underrated art form; a recent visit to the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibit confirmed that. The man is a genius and a craftsman, a sculpture if you will (and thanks to Stanley Tucci in Devil Wears Prada that my view in general is correct. Yes I know it was probably in the script and doesn't represent the personal views of Mr Tucci, but in my head it does).
*It will always be Yves St Laurent to me. I know this puts me firmly in the past, just like my insistence on treating Pluto as a planet. It was always my favourite, so just dumping it like that was hard to bear. Maybe in time.
