Some of you might remember me talking about how I've been told I've lost my edge {Who's Your Andy Warhol} It's something that keeps being told to me. {Musician made the comment about a month ago that I need to start dressing up more} That I need to get out of not just my slump, but my slumppy comfys too.
So in the spirit of trying too hard, I decided to pick up a Vogue magazine. Something I have to admit I haven't done in about 4 years.
Four years since I've bothered keeping up with fashion, and for some reason; the first thing I see as I flipped through the June 2011 issue was stuff that looked familiar.
Ironically the magazine seems to be doing a retrospective right now. But it's got me thinking, just how much does fashion in cities as small as ours, matter?
Musician and I were on the phone last night for while, and the topic of first impressions was our main stay. Both looking at it from a point of view of there being no real effort anymore in the people we are meeting.
I admit, I've stopped trying. The times in the past I have made an effort to look good for a date it's been wasted on guys who either did not show up or who told me I was too much of a high maintenance for them. The rare occasions that I've gotten dressed in something other then track pants and over sized tees to go shopping or to a movie by myself, I've been mistaken for a hooker {I'm still trying to figure that one out}
When you live in a city where the idea of high fashion is the neon-orange crocks; how do you survive?
P.S. I wear Nikes.
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