My inaugural post!

A thought that has been resting at the back of my mind for some time-both in terms of the individualism/individual style phenomenon as a whole and its effects on my dressing, personally-is whether individualism has become its own trend. Is it individual if it's deliberate? Are we really individual if we're all individual in the same way? Not just that, is this whole quest for individuality also not allowing ourselves to sometimes just wear what we want to and occasionally (or frequently) indulging in something trend-led and ubiquitous and 'it' and utterly irresistable? 

Other things too- like the seemingly dichotomous problem of how sometimes you want to wear something quite extraordinary, but it feels a bit too outre and it never leaves the doors of your bedroom? So much of dressing is to convey something to others, an image, a certain choreographed impression. Fashion serves that role, and I'm not denying that it's an interesting and maybe important one. I'm not saying it's wrong. 

And I'm starting to descend into incoherence here, so...I want there to be truth in my dressing? Is that really cheesy? I want to look at myself and know who I am, and convey that. There's such a connection for me between clothes and courage. I think I first began to like and love and know and define myself through clothes. Fashion has been so kind and important to me in that respect, and I think fashion has become so massive in my life that it is the perfect doorway to self-exploration.

Hence...this is my meagre attempt to let my clothes and person speak, and to begin to care less about what people think about me (or if I'm to be honest, what I think people are thinking.) Expect styling experiments that stretch a spectrum of eras, tones and personalities. Even while fashion is important and valuable to my life, I want to be the sort of girl who takes herself lightly enough to try anything at least once, and recognize, if it doesn't work out, that it's only fashion, only class or a conversation or a picture, only embarrassing or frightening for only a moment in my life. I'm alive and young and there are so many beautiful things to marvel over, so this is my attempt, as well, to be grateful for that and celebratory of all the wondrous fashion and books and theatre and art and food and music and people that make life interesting.

Also, me being me, I shall probably be unable to resist crazed pagan homages to fashion gods and other crushes, excited monologues about new buys, wants, finds, books, art and movies, sadness about my so-small-it's-nonexistent budget, and general fun and happiness. 

So, yes. Those are basically my rather long reasons for starting this blog. Sorry the front bit was so serious-ish. I shall hopefully have something more aesthetically pleasing to post in the near future.