It’s been another mild winter which means Andrew and I could get outside for another photoshoot. And while I love these sorts of freeze-free temps and walkable days, I’m loath to recognize that my recreation is most likely thanks to global warming [ cries internally ] .
It reached fifty-plus degrees two weekends back which meant it was a perfect day for loose layers. None of that fat, puffy snowman coat nonsense. I wear layers every single day, and not just for practicality’s sake. Using more than one item of clothing to make your statement look means you can mix and match endlessly [ remember mathematical permutations? ] . This is especially true if you’ve built a cohesive wardrobe [ see my post on What is Minimalism? ] . Essentially, when you stick to a simple color palette all your clothes match. I never need to dive into a pile of clothes and try on a hundred pieces to figure out what I want to wear on a given day. Everything I buy these days I genuinely enjoy wearing. Once I no longer feel comfortable in or enjoy wearing an item, I donate it to charity. This way, I always know that whatever outfit I choose will feel like a comfortable extension of me-ness, namely that it will embody my sense of style and reflect my personal attention to design and fashion aesthetics.
And who ever said blacks don’t match? What sort of nonsensical falsehood is that rubbish? Evidently the weirdo who spouted that off never heard of Yohji Yamamoto, Boris Bidjan Saberi, or Ann Demeulemeester. Ninety-eight percent of my wardrobe is black, ranging in shades from charcoal to ebony to midnight to heather. Some whites and earthy browns also make appearances from time to time.
This week, we’re back to a foot of snow and heavier coats. Unfortunately that means no running outside for me. I never risk injury. So instead, I’ll be back on the treadmill and the bike. Luckily, that means alternative athletic-inspired lookbooks soon to come.