Feel the Passion of Fashion

Fashion is. Fashion is harsh and beautiful and revolutionary and, at times, absolutely a complete an utter mess. But to me fashion is part of who I am. The clothes I wear define me in way more powerful than words. Who ever thought that colors, patterns, and textures could evoke emotion and describe a person so clearly? Clothes are not just bits of fabric sewn together on a rusty machine in some factory, but they are individual and truly exquisite pieces of art created for us by the talented minds of the fashion gods. Fashion is thrown at us from every direction, hitting us with ideas and oftentimes fear. Clothing is ever evolving and revolving and moving at such high speeds, that we may never have had the chance to truly appreciate the genius of it.
A wonderful thing of fashion is the genius of it. A genius distributed to the population on a mass scale. Designers share their creations with all of us, allowing us to purchase their coveted designs. Every blouse, skirt, sneaker, and sandal were once a mere figment of dreamer’s imagination. And how does that feel, knowing someone has given you their idea to do what you please with, to interpret anyway you choose? To me this feeling is absolutely fascinating because I know that the imagination will not stop with the designer, but carry on in me, in the way I choose to wear their clothes. And this is the most magical part of fashion.
When I walk into a clothing store, I have free range over everything. I can interpret every piece of clothing in any way I feel due. My mind will buzz with the endless and truly fabulous ideas of what I see in the clothes and what I see them doing in the future. Pictures will unfurl of various accessories seeking out a pair of pants, while a blouse will tango joyously with a flowing skirt. The colors will flow through my mind, flooding all thoughts with the never-ending possibilities. The cut of a shirt will call out to me while the pattern of another will follow me through the store. I am torn between what to get and what I need. It’s practically an addiction, but I know that clothes are a necessity to the definition of who I am.
Fashion is culture, the evolving, revolving, rather scary torturous part of culture, but completely fabulous nonetheless. We all know following trends is tedious and oftentimes ridiculous, but with me, it all comes back down to the idea of fashion as an art, and that each and every one of us is a display of the designer’s work. We can choose the way we display as well as convey the finished product, this concept creating the evolving factor of fashion. We can wear a ten year old blouse, or someone could recreate it, revolving fashion back to its former years.
The clothes us people wear are beautiful, regardless of designer or brand. Fashion flows and grows. Go with it and don’t fight back. It’s a gift from the fashion gods. But remember to always keep your own, and use the magic someone else has created in your own way. It’ll be bigger and better and best of all, you, or in my case, me. So have fun, go wild, because fashion is.


Mary