When Anna Wintour was asked about the one fashion word she wishes everyone would stop using, she wrote down journey. In fact, that helped me a lot with choosing this post’s title- is it being a rebel or is it just the lack of creativity? Whatever it seems, I don’t think there’s a better word to represent what it’s going to be all about.
Starting this blog 5 months ago I thought it would be nice to share some outfit ideas with you one day- there are a few fashion blogs I follow and I find it a great way to get inspired, to find some useful tips, to see things from different perspectives or to simply enjoy beautiful pieces of photography. I quite like the concept of a human interaction there, that’s why I’d like to give it a go myself. Before I’ll do it, however, I feel I should tell you a bit about my own style.
When something comes naturally it’s usually hard to define and, although I have a very clear idea about the pieces I like and the ones I don’t, there’s no accurate word to perfectly describe the look I feel comfortable with. Therefore, instead of trying hard to label my outfit choices I’d rather give you an insight into where they all come from.
Years before I discovered my passion for clothes, shoes and accessories, I had fallen in love with music. I remember singing with The Beatles to the accompaniment of my guitar proudly imitated by a tennis racket long before I learnt to speak English. All those sounds, rhythms, melodies… they have just always been there.
But the real madness started when I heard Nirvana for the very first time at the age of 12. I’ve become utterly obsessed with the Seattle scene, absolutely fascinated by the tunes which were so raw and filled with that sort of insane energy I didn’t know before. At the same time, that music was so simple, that even someone like me- with a great passion and proportionally smaller talent- could learn how to play it. So I got my first classic guitar and mastered Rape Me to sing it with my friend from the catholic boarding school on every possible occasion.
Deeply in love with Cobain’s gang, Stone Temple Pilots and Alice In Chains, I started to copy my idols’ look. I so wanted to be like them! A checked flannel shirt with some lousy t-shirt underneath and a pair of ripped jeans accompanied by Converse quickly created a perfect outfit of that tomboy I used to be. I also tried dyeing my hair with all sorts of strawberry drinks (if Kurt could rock it, I could do as well!) but after a while of carrying all kinds of fluff on my sticky, unbearably itchy head, I decided I’d rather leave it to the professionals 😉
Although my grunge period was great, growing up I needed something more than it had to offer. I needed the ideology. And that was when Johnny and Sid gave me a helping hand. God save the queen was such an inspirational tune that I immediately put a huge safety-pin with the anarchy symbol attached to it in my ear and became a punk. My hair style was going under a tiny metamorphosis, too and as much as my parents disapproved my strawberry pink hair, seeing the 4-inch tomahawk on their girl’s head, they barely remained alive. But who cared? Attending ridiculous amounts of gigs, travelling, organizing demonstrations, getting familiar with different flavours of ciders, replacing my classic guitar with the electric one and my worn out Converse with heavy boots, head-to-toe in spikes, with my self-painted leather jacket and a lovely pet rat called Sid hanging out of its pocket, I had the time of my life.
Unfortunately, as you get older, you don’t really see that much of blue spiky hair at work or university. You also realise, that although the anti-establishment idea was great, at the end of the day there are some things you can’t really escape from, no matter how hard you try.
But hey, there was still plenty of street punk to discover! There was also ska, reggae and soul. Moving to London, I immediately fell in love with Fred Perry shirts and levi’s jeans, happily replacing steel toe-capped boots with their more sublime version a.k.a Dr Martens. My beloved leather jacket gave up its place to the brand new, navy Harrington with the laurel wreath beautifully embroidered in the front. After years of wearing torn tights I nearly forgot how it feels to look neat! I loved hanging out with skinheads (the genuine ones, not those racist scumbags) but it wasn’t any great ideology related to it. It was all about music, football and good fun.
Simultaneously, I re-discovered my fascination with mod culture. I was crazy about The Jam or The Small Faces, leaving most of my money on e-bay to buy just another vinyl. There was something very unique to that music… It was very pure, catchy and British to the bone. I absolutely loved it. And the mod style was basically just a smoothed, more dressed up version of skinheads! The same polo shirts, the same trousers rolled up just above the ankle… only the shoes and suits worn on special occasion made it more sublime. And all those cute dresses and coats I couldn’t resist… Ironically, what was supposed to be all modern made me fell in love with retro. And I’m so glad it did! This is actually where the true fashion fun began, somewhere between the Spitalfields market and vintage clothing shops along Brick Lane I found my piece of heaven on Earth.
So yeah, that’s the story of my personal style and what it’s been mostly influenced by. If you’re able to combine rock, grunge, punk, classy, modern and retro that’s probably what I feel comfortable with 🙂
Will give you more detailed insight into each trend in my next posts- hope you enjoy it!