You know how they say not to do anything when you're recovering from a serious loss?
This should also apply to being drunk.
I, however, have never been one to adhere to the opinions of the "they", and prefer to make my own standards (to eventually break).
That's right, folks. It's Thursday, at 12:28 pm, and instead of "auto publishing" at 5:00 am per my usual norm, I'm choosing to publicize my ramblings in realtime as they happen - during an hour at which no one will know, care, or think to comment upon their existence.
This evening, I thought I'd address something that came up mid wedding-cake cupcake / watermelon margarita ce soir,
and that is the existence of multiple selves.
A friend mentioned off-hand that one person, known from too many angles, can actually be too exposed to be liked. That no human should be known from every. single. angle.
That one individual should protect certain dimensions from certain observers.
In context : the same man should not be known simultaneously as brother, boyfriend, boss, father, and son. By different people, yes.
But by the same person, definitely not.
For example: Would you want your mom knowing how you privately act with your boyfriend? Would you want your boyfriend knowing how you act with your sister? Would you want your boss knowing how you act with your mom?
I find this fascinating; mainly because I always assumed that the key to true love was full knowledge.
Maybe, though, it's partial. Maybe you can know too much. Maybe love is based upon love of one of your identities. Not all of them?
So how does this apply to clothes?
|this outfit is fitting because my mother picked out these pants.|
she also ruined this shirt in the wash (it's tie dyed now)
shoes: Windsor smith, pants: Kohl's ;) (cool ones) , shirt: Anthropologie
Well, do we not instinctively know that we need to dress differently for different audiences? What are "business formal", "black tie", and, "dressy casual" if not indicators to adapt yourself to your surroundings? To your respective roles?
Is it possible, then, to truly dress for just ourselves? Or are we always adapting our sartorial identities in some way, shape, or form, for our occasion and for our company?
When are you really you?
Photos by Shoiab.