T-SHIRT. CHEAP MONDAY.
BOOTS. DR. MARTENS.
Whenever conversations move to the subject of defining style, I find myself struggling for words. Sure, I'm a softie when it comes to dark hues, but one can't always define style by just judging colors. As my closet is just a chaotic collection of all my purchases (and most being impulsive), ranging from Helmut Lang asymmetric tops to Diane Furstenberg figure-hugging dresses, black Dr. Martens to yellow Jimmy Choo's and from my Margiela coat to loads of H&M trend tops I can't seem to easily pinpoint my style.
Taking the judgement of others into account words like "grunge, rock, edgy and effortless" would be appropriate. I have even heard friends say "that's so you" while browsing through random clothing racks in stores.., apparently determining my style with ease. Which got me thinking "it can't be that hard Liza!"
So, what is my style?
Looking at my inspiration folder on Pinterest I can most definitely see what my wardrobe is wishing for: denims, black & white, some grunge, some chic, a mix of feminine vs masculine detailing and loads of sheer fabrics. But as these visuals are a set of top models, size zero's, nipple gates, haute couture, perfect make-up and simply the best of the best.., it might not be reasonable to identify my style with.
Which leads me to the question: maybe style can't be defined by your own perception? Maybe style is not only visually but also verbally found by the perception of others? Given my wardrobe choices are based on my own taste and my style is based on the viewpoint of society. So maybe I should just say I am Grunge Parisian Chic? Yeah?
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