There’s something, somewhere, that somebody said about fashion always coming full circle – and it’s more true now in this century, which makes a habit of referencing past glory decades of punk, and glamour girls, and rock and roll, and naked 90s. Designers have made a habit of waiting their obligatory few decades before rehashing the same shapes and vibes on models to the ‘genius’ cries of press none the wiser. I often wonder how people will define the look of the 2010s in 50 years. Perhaps, it’s sports luxe. Or perhaps, we have too many dominant international youth subcultures now to put a finger on anything in particular, as we were able to with the kitten heels and hipster jeans of the naughties.
For me personally, and on a much less expansive temporal scale, I have found that hoarding
tendencies pay off in the long run. Whether or not Geminis are even supposed to have hoarding tendencies (and whether or not I am even a real Gemini – most people are surprised at my starsign, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean) is up for question. But, there are far too many instances where I’ve loved the look of something online, hated it upon arrival, completely forgotten to return the offender, and unboxed it months or a year later to fall in love all over again. It’s possible that, in the interim, I’ve been adversely influenced by the merciless trend flogging of particular styles online (midi-skirts and pool slides, for example, were styles that I unknowingly came to accept over time). Or, a designer was ahead of the curve, and the rest of my wardrobe just needed to catch up to accommodate
their particular piece.
My skirt, coat and neck-fuzz here were all such offenders – initially adored enough to purchase, abandoned in the back of my wardrobe for a good year, then repurposed by way of layering, as the game usually goes. Justin Timberlake somehow applies here.
In the same roundabout way, the weather is finally cooling down enough in Sydney to be able to bust a thermal or two, as far as this Big Apple ensemble, from when Alex and I were looking for dumplings one pre-Christmas lunchtime on the Lower East Side. Meanwhile, I’m in New York for two seconds at the end of the week.
So it does all end up coming full circle. Kind of.