February 24, 2009
I read a great post by Garance today, and it fell in line with a dilemma I had in mind last night: do I let go of my Westwood pirate boots -which lead to greater questions of personal style and identity. Sometimes I wonder if I dress the way I do purely for myself, what am I trying to convey with what I wear, if I am trying to communicate something about who I am at all. I put them up on the auction block on Sunday night, but come Monday I had pangs of regret; so much that I took photos of myself wearing them and consulted with a dear friend. We discussed back and forth and I lamented that while they are still such badass boots, they do not sing to me in the way they did as an image, as something to covet. The thrill of the hunt was much greater than the kill, as is the case with so many other things. He is wise and so I asked him if they were really me, we both knew the answer: I’m not badass in that Vivienne Westwood kind of way. I don’t want to just pull things off, I want to own them. Thus farewell to the pirate ship, as my style is much more akin to the woman above. I immediately identify with her way of dress, everything she wears sings to me and is referenced in my own clothing repertoire. She looks damn good because she looks herself, and I came to the conclusion that if I truly love something it will be timeless in its own way.
PS the auction ends Sunday night. Size 37, UK 4 black Vivi boots. Adieu sweet badass boots, I admire you but ultimately we are very different.
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