This made me realise, that I indeed never really changed my style, but my surrounding and only how much I really dare, changed. It feels like one grows vertically and not horizontally when it comes to one’s personal aesthetic, which avoids blindly adapting to trends. Instead I tried out the depth of weirdness I could go, a thermostat easily triggered by any minor detail that can make you feel unrecognisable in a second.
I will never forget the experiments during uni, I was 21, I wore plastic horse riding boots with a pair of tiny glittery tweed shorts, it was amazing. Especially the faces of the actual proclaimers of said style, the horse girls, shocked to see their hard working gear meant to be worn on the backs of their most favourite creatures, on me.
I had almost forgotten how I loved the ambivalence a short short can have.
Always with the idea of breaking the patriarchs favourite vision of female dressing by adding the worst boots to the most fragile pieces of clothing. I must have known it earlier, but it was then when I realised what the power of contradiction, the actual form of balance means.