“if you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered.” // e.a. poe
if you were so inclined to ponder the contents of your wardrobe – which i’ve always reckoned constitute a compilation of personal opinions, intimate breakthroughs – emotional or conceptual, and the general flux of a life. working from back to front – i’d hazard you’d be able to distinctly recall exactly how you felt at any given time in your personal history – with one cursory glance at any random piece of clothing you happen to pull out of the closet first.
you’d think that that might not be the case with my closet – considering that the majority of space is taken up by black short-ish frocks in ambiguously rectangular shapes, but that’s not exactly true.
what my wardrobe lacks in embellishment and colour, (the typical markers in the wheres and whens we wore something), is aided in part by my astute ability to remember things by sentiment and feeling, as opposed to time and place – what i chose to wear spoke volumes not only about how i was at that very moment and how i was feeling but mostly – in conjures up what version of myself i was attempting to be.
➝ source : sleeveless smock dress via n°21
➝ source : embroidered shift dress via msgm