One of the manifestations of thinking of myself as someone with a strong sense of personal style is that I snuff a lot of sources of inspiration. I bring this up because I see it as a fault in some ways, but nonetheless part of what makes me who I am.
Someone asked me the other day where I get my inspiration from and there was an awkward moment of silence during which my mind raced to find the most acceptable answer to this question without sounding like a complete asshole!
If I had been honest with him, I would have confessed that I hardly look at magazines or trendy blogs as a guide. I would have also told him that I heavily rely on street style… which I do and always have. But not the kind of street style we know of today. I speak of the way regular everyday men and women dress to do regular people things. Not the crazy peackocking during fashion week or off duty models…. there’s something very uninspiring about the unattainable. So, the list goes something like this: real people along with graffiti, architecture, nature and different cultures have always been an integral part of what truly inspires me and the way I dress. I recognize how pretentious this may sound, yet I stand by it.
Blogs and magazines have a way about them, so contrived and hyper glamorized to a degree that’s often not inspiring. I enjoy the realness of people on the street going on about their business and struggles of every day life. The ways that people adjust to their environment and do things for practicality sake, or the way they interact and communicate with their environment via their clothes.
Perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve never lived a very luxurious or glamorous life, at least not to the degree that I see happening all around me. This has made me appreciate beauty in resourcefulness, utility and creativity. These qualities are my survival skills and I can spot someone who contains them in a heart beat because we have a way of visually communicating it that’s easilty recognizable.
I sound even more like an asshole now don’t I. This one might be a lost cause, oh well.
This blog post partially came about because of the aforementioned conversation I had with a friend, but also because I was so thrilled the other day when I saw a photo on instagram that I truly felt inspired by. And this WAS a street style photo… and she was probably a model, and she was probably wearing clothes that are out of my budget, but damn, I loved every minute of it.
Confession… this is appealing because A) I own that bag… B) I just scored a weird but cool vintage Ralph Lauren longer denim jacket from a thrift store C) I love wearing black D) I can pull this off easy!
I suppose this wasn’t a stretch, but there was just something that clicked when I saw this photo… perhaps it was it’s attanability, or maybe I’m warming up to the idea of being inspired?
Who knows.. either way, just look out for me in this outfit REAL SOON!