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.

A minimalist underscores dressing and has a less is more approach which creates a strong sense of presence of its own. The style has the tendency to skew masculine by engaging simple lines and brazenly adorning accessories. The fact that these clothes are understated in design and easier by colouring sets up a certain demand akin to Kim Kardashian. A minimalist’s persona is equally mundane but in high demand that provides a sense of finish and appropriateness, something that I’m longing for.

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.

This made more sense to form a relationship with Navy, as it is a key colour for spring. Apart from the usual monochromatic outfits featured here and here, wearing it gave me that sense of freedom outside the playgrounds of work and a chance to rebel against my schooled ideals and entirety that black was an accustomed uniform. I considered why I’ve never worn navy before and to be honest, I just didn’t know how to wear it. I was used to the feasibility of wearing black, to the point where the thought of wearing blue, left me feeling just that. Black gave me more of an edge, a deathly sentence worth spending.

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.

Pictures by Kaisha Joseph