disheveled reality...

My love of fashion is split into two distinct parts. There's a shiny fantasy component that comes out of too much time spent window-shopping online, arranging outfits that work together and compiling looks from runway shows. Sometimes these compilations have stuff that is actually within my budget- but even when that does happen there seems to be a visible barrier and it is difficult to contemplate buying any of it. Almost like the graphical image is complete on its own and separate from the way the actual pieces of fabric would look on a human body. Then there's the reality - cramped college dorm room closet with stuff falling off the hangers and stuffed on the floor. I have a few nice outfits which get recycled fairly often and are starting to feel a bit stale. The enormous variety of thrift and vintage stores nearby are ideal for browsing, but sometimes it doesn't go beyond that. The most common scenario is that I buy something unique that I like but it ends up only worn rarely. In my day-to-day life, all my fashion choices seem safe and monochrome, and sometimes a bit sloppy. It's so much easier just to throw on the same safe predictable choices, and this monotony even stretches to buying things, where I shy away from something too new or too different. I think something about the graphical arrangement appeals to me, with the clothing pieces as commodities, something I can classify and match and explore, that's not necessarily connected to who I am but perhaps who I want to be. This blog is dedicated to finding out how to bridge these disparate elements or at least reconciling them with each other.