If my sense of style were a dog,
it would be this one:
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Simultaneously frumpy and luxurious.
And if it were a piece of candy,
it would be this:
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Seemingly simple,
but with a surprisingly satisfying twist.
If my sense of style were a scene in nature,
it would resemble one of the below:
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Basic colors with
insane textures.
And if it were a personal journal it would be this one:
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Elementally basic, but obnoxiously packaged.
If my sense of style were a city street,
it would look like this:
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Busy but peaceful,
vintage but modern
And if it were a milkshake,
it would be something like so:
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Comforting flavors in unexpected iterations.
If my sense of style were anything more than a sartorial representation of my inner self, it would be seen as a "like", or a "hobby" or an adorable little quirk.
But in its current manifestation, it raises concerns about my narcissism, my vanity and my shallowness of thought, in a way that no milkshake infatuation ever would.
It's interesting.
Cheers.
i would much rather think of your style as a delicious smoothie because i indulge in it everyday and i don't want to feel guilty about it. love this post, it's such an interesting way to think about personal style and how we see ourselves.
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