Well the title says it really: at the moment I am just sort of done with fashion. I have zero interest in keeping up with the trends, no particular desire to go shopping for myself and basically just look forward everyday to pull the simplest of outfits out of the closet.
‘I’m not frightened of what people will think any more. Because when you’re a teenager or in your early 20s, you’re always frightened of what people will think.‘ – Rosamund Pike
‘Women know that we’re not just strong. We’re not just vulnerable. We are not just attractive or not attractive. We are many things at once, and we’re able to see into that complexity.’ – Elisabeth Moss
Now, bear with me: the reason I sauntered over to the online men’s department at Zara is the fact that my youngest, now thirteen years old, has completely ignored my plea to stop growing already and is now therefore in need of his first winter coat in an actual grown up size. And with all the future growing in mind buying at a lower price point is advised (as opposed to my eldest, now sixteen, who has a penchant for Gucci-and-Armani-but-on-sale with the occasional Nike and Airforce thrown in and such but at least he does not grow out of it in a minute).
I am not much of a ‘fan’ person. I admire certain artists, sure. But I have never been one to gush over that one man or woman. With one exception: the author John Irving.