i. Almost all of my new clothes for spring and summer are black and I'm not even in grief. As always I spent the winter yearning for color and as always I'm back to black because it's black. It reduces the hassle. It's comfortable. It speaks volumes even when you don't intend to express anything in particular.
ii. I know I've put together a good outfit when it communicates the message that I'm not stuck-up. My shyness is often misinterpreted and I have yet to figure how to approach this problem. Until then, I'll let my clothes help me do the talking.
iii. Sometimes clothes don't talk about me but to me. I'll never forget the baroque/gothic red velvet dress I saw in Milan's Via Verri last October. I was so struck with it that I paused in the middle of the road, stopping the traffic. The dress was by Alexander McQueen.
iv. Beautiful fashion illusion. "You can have anything in life if you dress for it." Anemic faces incapable of supporting powerful stories. I prefer a Yamamoto summer dress made of white linen that clings to the body without straps or buckles like a Roman toga.
photos by Miles Aldridge
