A completely normal desire of a human being to belong, to be a part of a certain group, however, sometimes acquires traits of a radicalism where one does all possible to be a part of a group appealing to him, and later to protect his privilege meaning that only that style, that group deserve respect and appreciation.
If there would be only one piece of advice I would be allowed to share from a ten days trip to Vancouver Island, I would not hesitate to suggest you take a yellow raincoat. I mean, it could be a red one. Could be any other colour, but as I walked on the shore, shaking, wrapping myself into a beach towel, and drowning in my husband’s hoodie, I thought of my utterly useful, waterproof and charming Helly Hansen yellow coat. Oh, what a pity! Oh, how well it would fit into the realities of the dismal day by the ocean! I also missed my rubber boots. Yet, the raincoat would be something I would start with packing a suitcase.
In realms of the latest events, we all realized that learning from the past, filled with mistakes of humanity, can be the way to a better future. Alright then, it was a rather obvious lesson, and shame on us we haven’t learned it earlier. However, those pages of the history are not only filled with terrifying, bloody stories that as much as possible we shall avoid in the present and the future, it was also filled with a graceful, mindful approach towards clothing and appearance. Here, a little disclaimer, I do not call all women to put back on corsets, even though designers often find inspiration in the Victorian era. No, in this post, I would rather draw inspiration from the mid-century, where the whole fashion revolution that started with Coco Chanel’s straight, corset-less dresses, continued.
A well-curated wardrobe means each piece in it was picked with precise attention to details. There I speak not only about buttons or colours, I want to focus on something that stands beyond appearance - the life purpose. A few days ago, I had put aside a pile of clothes to bring to the donation centre and consignment store. The pile included well made, quality pieces that, however, had never added value into my life, or into my wardrobe.