I’m a very curious person with an obnoxious interest for behavior and motivation, which is why I probably observe more than is good or normal. I find it immensely interesting to watch people, examine them and render an inner judgement about them. Oops.
It’s not as bad as it sounds, though. While it may not always be fair to everybody – I do admit that I turn out to be wrong sometimes, not too often though – I still think that it’s a habit that teaches you a lot, besides making sure you can entertain yourself on your own almost any place, any time.
Coming to Zurich, it only takes a couple of minutes for an attentive observer to understand that the city is swarmed by self-proclaimed fashionistas, parading their nose up high, making every ‘hot spot’ our rural metropolis has to offer their personal runway.
Two days ago, when I had to go to there for a quick meeting at the main shopping street, I returned home with yet another lesson, or let’s say, a calming realization about myself: While I, like the majority of women out there, care about and enjoy fashion, there are certain limits to it – things that I wouldn’t do for fashion.
What a dramatic intro, now what are those limits?
Firstly, I’d never trade health or comfort for a perfect track record.
Yes, sometimes I wear heels for a couple of hours, but if I realize that they aren’t as comfortable as I thought they were, it will be the last time that I put them on. You do realize that heels only look sexy if you can walk in them without looking like a shot deer, do you? Just as silly does it look when you don’t dress according to season, for whatever reason. If it’s 30° outside and you decide to pair your breezy white boho micro dress with biker boots, it won’t make you look fashionable, it’ll make you look dumb. Like chill b*tch, autumn will come, no matter what and sooner than later – you’ll have plenty of time to walk those studded ASH boots up and down Bahnhofstrasse.
Secondly, I wouldn’t spend a shitload of money on stuff I don’t really like, just to be part of some imaginary fashion-savvy association.
Like… every time I see somebody wearing that Chanel backpack that looks like an identical copy of that Eastpack thing we used to buy in different colors, just to let our friends scribble all over it, I can’t but wonder what other freaky stuff is going on inside that person’s head. 3’400 dollars, for f*ck’s sake, you really couldn’t think of a better way to spend that money? You really think that thing makes a valuable addition to your wardrobe? Beats me. And the list of such ‘It-pieces‘ is long and never complete.
And lastly, I wouldn’t make fashion my first priority, neglecting all the other important things in life.
Like…having a bunch of it-bags is nice, but there’s nothing glam about it eating sh*t all year long or saving money on rent in order to be able to afford such things, is there? How does driving a Porsche but buying meat at 1 Euro per kg fit together? All has to be in due proportion and if you care more about the things that other people see in you than about the things that are really important to you and your personal health and well-being, then you should maybe go and get help. And trust me, there are many of such people – and trust me, other people notice such things.
And you? What things do you find less comprehensible than others? Anything you wouldn’t do for fashion?
Know your limits, trust me.
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