you used to be so pretty, but now youre just tragic.
what have i done to forsake you dearest anonymous? is it my debilitating weakness for shark jumping double monks? my penchant for navy perhaps…but it is tragedy you speak of. a death of the classics. i see! It’s my taste you abhor! too weak, lured by the lazy winds of the material machine. but is this not a reflection of you? always wanting more and more, a never-ceasing conveyor of want. you say i was once pretty, but was i? was it infatuation - a furtive glance that drew you in; not the sirenical call, but the subtle courtship. i was never really pretty to you anonymous, it was luster, shined at the train station for three dollars plus tip. so you see we have borne this evolution together, we are both responsible for our contretempts. let’s bear this proverbial cross together you and i and soldier onwards towards complete disillusionment.
I believe that the components of style emanate from within: intelligence, character, personality. Clothes do matter, but they cannot give you style.
Dressing is like writing, actually: there are three modes of style in Japanese writing. I can write my name in three different ways. The first way is the classic style of writing. The second one is a lighter style of writing, which is a bit different. The third one is even less formal.
The English style of dress is like the first style of writing, it is very classical. The second style, which is slightly less formal, makes me think of Neapolitan tailoring which was inspired by English dress but took it one step down in order to make it a little less formal. The third style of writing is like fashion and trends. I relate to the first style of writing, I relate to the English dress. I am classic.