I have no interest in “timeless style.” I want to push! I want to live! I want to question! I want to participate in the THING that is personal style!
At this point in my life, I know that “timeless” is a trap. There’s no such thing. And trying to “get there” is actually just sweating on a treadmill. I believe curiosity and experimentation are the only ways to feel constantly and not get stuck.
I am NOT in the moss-gathering business. This stone’s gotta roll. I know this.
BUT. What this looks like, when you post your outfits, is a camera roll with some WEIRD SH*T in it.
I’ve said before that I believe style is a muscle we can all build. But it takes some grunting and groaning and some fails. (Just ask my trainer/friend Jason about that time he said to be “less wobbly.” I may or may not have said: “Tell your mother to be less wobbly!”)
At any point, I can look back and see those strange photos, evidence of me “working on my style muscles” in real time. As painful as it is, it’s a really impactful exercise. Just like those f*cking Bavarian split squats. Right, Jason?
Why not try a week of do-overs, rewearing, tweaking, re-doing outfits from before? Here are the ahas from my latest re-dos.
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