I’ve been going through a transition lately with my wardrobe by giving it a diet that has left me to style my wardrobe on a bigger scale. My jackets are longer and coats are slightly overweight in shape. What’s the skinny for this sudden appeal? I was starting to feel a little left out within the troupes of minimalist I had come across recently. The clothes, however no longer strengthened my personality but my periods of withdrawals had spilled into my attitude towards dressing. I loved making an effort, but what I envied about the ‘minimalist’ was the acute attention to dressing that created a bigger impact.
Celine’s aw12 collection was and still is in high demand. They created a pandemonium trend for those who were desperately seeing the perfect pink coat. I too got caught up in the moment and a trip to Bicester Village led to purchasing my first minimalist item. A pair of Navy tailored leg trousers. Over-shaped and underweight in pocket, my fleeting ideas towards dressing synced accordingly with the rest of my wardrobe and the appeal towards garish loud prints no longer struck a cord with me, but paired back with a ‘pop’ of colour did.
Opting to wear the trousers with a white turtleneck from American Apparel and complement the blue tones of my Zara Coat with cream Kurt Geiger heels as accessory gives a refreshing appeal to day dressing, when mourning the night before in black is no longer an option. In this perspective of my coordinated approach, with a colour so endearing I’ve ignited a sense of self-sabotage creating chaos in turning my wardrobe into a mass destruction. I’ve become an extremist and there is no middle ground with my wardrobe and the everyday battles I have formed against my style a choice that as of yet, ceases to reign.