Mix and match is how I roll. I don't buy outfits. I don't even really buy clothes, unless I'm in another country. Here in the United States I prefer to find them in the trash pile.
Maybe that's why I feel such an affinity for the crazy Edie Beale. She lived such a boring life. She scares me, because in a way she reveals a part many of us keep hidden. She sucked all the life from every moment. She was a contradiction. But in her you can see a glimpse of what happens when a product of society detaches from that society.
If you don't know who the heck I'm talking about, here's an morbid summation. If you don't care to know who I'm talking about, I just have a couple words for you: fishnets over shorts under a skirt that's been tucked up and under the waistband on one side. Yes! Or sweater, pulled only partially over head with sleeves tied at the crown of head, like a fabric ponytail. YES! And please, don't forget your ostentatious broach.
Edie captures the imagination, which I suppose is what fashion is all about. For me, though, she is the epitome of craftiness and bravery, which, when I do consider fashion, are the things I value most.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
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