We’re often ordered to evolve and develop our fashion by absorbing and buying the newest catwalk or designer trends. By doing this, we’re apparently a walking version of Vogue: the most fashion forward individual tottering around. I often try and follow fashion trends just to be ‘in’; however, I can’t help but look at garments which epitomise the most tragic fashion period of my adolescent life: ‘emo’ or ‘scene’ if you will.
I’m not at all criticising those who may currently fall under the stereotypical requirements of that fashion style. When I was 15 years old I merely interpreted this in a cringe and weep-worthy manner, i.e. green hair, ‘lego’ haircut, Cleopatra eyeliner, spiked chokers and belts, and let’s not forget the sweep over “I can’t see out of my right eye” fringe…
What spurred on such a revelation was when I was packing for Leeds Fest; all the old clothes I was considering were band t-shirts, graphic tops, band hoodies and distressed bottoms. And I have to say, I loved wearing them. They had a childish nostalgia attached to them, even if I didn’t look like my usual self.
If anyone was to explore my wardrobe – God help them, it’s a bomb site – they’d see the wide variety of attempted trends and styles I’ve attempted to don, from floral camisoles and pink blouses to leopard print skin-tight body con dresses and tartan Doc Martens. I attempt to move away from my past fashion choices but always find myself returning to a watered down version of my ‘emo’ days (or what could be considered ‘grunge’). I’m always in two-minds about how I look, and I do often wonder: how would we describe ourselves, in fashion terms that is?
I’m sure every woman has an absolutely manic wardrobe and it reflects what we were feeling, who we knew, what music we liked, which celebrity we worshiped… The list goes on. I can’t help but appreciate the not-too-fashion-savvy Paramore‘s Hayley Williams, VersaEmerge‘s Sierra Kusterbeck and Automatic Loveletter‘s Juliet Simms’ style, but I feel if I embrace their fashion, I’ll be travelling into my dreadful past. I’m, also, not edgy or a front woman of a band.
Maybe I should give up attempting to be girly and confidently stick to what my subconscious is pulling me towards: messy, slouchy and the palette of grey and black. But then again, being an 80 year old wearing a We Are The Ocean t-shirt may cause some quizzical looks.