In high school I wore Mary Quant's dark, metallic blue nail polish. And there were the ripped jeans I loved that my mother didn't understand. In college I remember helping my friend dye her blond hair peacock blue. In my 20s and 30s I enjoyed wearing my work clothes a little differently - maybe the skirt was shorter or the heels were higher and the orange suit made a statement. This was the place where I felt most comfortable being the rebel.
It was all superficial...nothing permanent. Well, I guess the three holes in my right ear are permanent, but since I haven't used two of them in decades, I don't count them. The 30s weren't as adventurous and after becoming a mom I got pretty boring. Not "mom jeans" boring, but I had other priorities. And even now, having been back at work for 11 years, I'm surprised when my boring outfits raise an eyebrow.
Ignoring stereotypes, fighting assumptions and caring more about values than sartorial choices, I like not always fitting in a mold. I like meeting people who dress one way and live another. I like being proven wrong when I've made an assumption about someone based on what they've chosen to wear. Truth is I still have a hard time understanding pants worn below your tush, but I think that might just have been the way my mom felt about my ripped jeans.
Excited to collaborate with Maria Giacchino using her photo - My Right Boot in the Back of a Cab
