What’s Hemingway Got To Do With Fashion?
Fashion and I have been in a serious love/hate relationship for quite some time now. The good times are blissful, full of long walks down Madison Avenue, toting overstuffed shopping bags… And the bad times are miserable, usually ending with the contents of my closet spewed across my floor and a decision to wear workout clothes forever (how see-through are those Lululemons really?) Fashion is like a really sexy, bad-guy boyfriend who despite the bad times I can never really say goodbye to, even though I know it (he) will eventually break my heart again. I can’t live without it (him)!
Currently, fashion and I are entering into our second – okay, more like hundredth –honeymoon phase (it’s been a rocky road.) Is it just me or is fashion really, really great again? I find myself lusting after everything from store windows to the outfits worn by women walking down the street. It seems that fashion has entered a new phase of minimalism and I couldn’t love it more.
Fashion said goodbye to its wear-it-all-or-nothing phase. Instead of a mélange of layers and prints and patterns, fashion is downsizing, returning the focus to a few individual pieces. Outfits are simpler, more straightforward. Attention is paid to the quality of the pieces, not the quantity. The art of dressing is in the details, the lines, angles, fabrics and fit.
There is a renewed interest in even the most banal of pieces; for me a cropped trouser and an oversized cashmere turtleneck is nothing short of perfection. Elegant and simple, classics feel reinvigorated and modern. Only a week ago I was gushing over a rather prosaic, black A-line skirt (sorry to everyone who received that Snapchat… or all five.) It was simple, easy, and everything I needed to live a long, happy, fashionable life.
Like exercising economy with language, sometimes using economy with style has a much greater impact than a flourish of description and details or layers of fabrics and silhouettes (i.e. anything written by Hemingway.) The wearer has complete control over what identity they’re articulating and the viewer doesn’t have to read between thelines layers rather just appreciate the craftsmanship that is before them.
Having been fully over and done with the peacocking and the costume-for-clothes trend that was oversaturating some of my favorite photo blogs, I couldn’t be more thrilled to see minimalism realized on the streets. I could once again find all the inspiration needed to solve my “what do I wear today” dilemma. A white t-shirt and light wash boyfriend jeans, a military inspired jacket thrown across my shoulders… Yes, yes (!) that is exactly what I want to wear today.
So as you can see fashion and I are in a really great place. Though I can never tell how long it will last, for now I am all in, balls to the metaphysical walls, cable knits, overalls, turtlenecks, the whole works. But you tell me, are you as enamored as I am (if so I’ll see you at Tiffany’s) or are you on your way to couples therapy?