“style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn” // g. vidal
i’ve warbled on in this space, on and off, for roughly nine years now.
to put that into perspective, this never-ending online doodle has celebrated more anniversaries than my marriage has. this year would’ve gifted me pottery and IRL, we should have fêted the date with a little bit of bronze.
in that time, i’ve used A LOT of words, so many of a whole lot – that i think it’s all sorts of odd how you all don’t know that i can’t describe, in plain language, the sort of style i admire, about the things i find most stunning, in any sort of meaningful way. i can go on at length about how what you wear is a direct translation of how you feel; a sort of turning inside out of your heart and it turning into a frock – but not what sort of chic, modern, whimsical or how derivative of rei kawakubo it is.
i do know though – when i see it, i know it. i feel it. straight into my bones. and in the very long list of reasons why those little square #instagram photos, (not only square anymore, i suppose), have become the locus of inspiration, (or obsession) – it’s because the most stylish of us don’t tell us with words, they just plain show us.
[all photos via the above IG accounts]