Oh yeah, I went there. No shame in my lame pun game. Ba-dum-tish. Don’t forget to tip your server on your way out. But wait! Don’t run away yet — lets talk outfit for just one minute. I love this skirt a lot (very madcap English aristocrat, no?) but it’s a tricksy one. It has an asymmetrical flounce on one hip, which doesn’t always play nice with toppers. Luckily, everything works with my J. Crew Factory tweed blazer. And so I turned a bunch of old pieces together into a brand new outfit. The end. Hey, I promised a minute and I’m a woman of my word đ
The Never-Ending Style Quest
I still enjoy reading books about style, even now after all these years of blogging (tens of thousands of words on every conceivable topic related to clothes) and reading, well, countless other books about style. I was wondering about why that is as I was perusing the latest acquisition in my collection, How to Get Dressed â which, thankfully, is not your typical style book.* The answer came to me with a side of irony. I like reading style books because I am still struggling to define my own style, and forever hoping that a book will hold the key that will magically unlock that mystery. The irony came from the fact that How to Get Dressed spends little time on the topic, and yet, paradoxically, it actually nudged me closer to the answer Iâd been seeking all along. Perhaps all the way there, in fact.
Before I go on, let me acknowledge the obvious: âstrugglingâ to define oneâs personal style is the very definition of a first world problem. Even within the context of a personal style blog, itâs a bit of a navel-gazer. The truth is, not having a ready handle on my style â that neat, two-word summary that perfectly encapsulates the sartorial âmeâ â has never stopped me from getting dressed, and doing it in an acceptable manner. But itâs nagged at me. My life is over-flowing (with many good things, and also plenty of stress, and worry, and endless activity), so I really shouldnât be wasting any time or mental energy on it, but good luck telling my brain that. Itâs like a dog with a bone â it just wonât let go. Maybe, it tells itself, if I just figure this one thing out, every actual, legitimate problem Iâm procrastinating on tackling will magically disappear. Yes, thatâs the ticket. And that is how I find myself pondering style adjectives at 10 oâclock at night. Sigh.
Having stepped way into TL;DR territory, letâs just plunge on, shall we? Because I have to tell you how How to Get Dressed helped me get a handle (finally!) on my pesky style dilemma.
As I mentioned, How to Get Dressed doesnât delve in great detail into the issue of how one ought to go about defining oneâs style. The author (Alison Freer) does recommend using a thesaurus to brainstorm words if youâre feeling stuck. And that is precisely what got me moving down a new and interesting path.
My âstruggleâ (hah!) has always been to reconcile some pretty disparate style tendencies into one cohesive (or at least, clearly dualistic) persona. So, for example, I like some looks that might be classified as minimalist, some that are more quirky, some that veer towards menswear-inspired, some that are quite the opposite (feminine, I guess?). I like monochromatic looks, but I also love colour. I like black. I like texture and patterns. On top of that, somewhere at the back of my head, there lurked the seemingly invincible conviction that the epitome of style was a sort of modern day, French Audrey Hepburn. It was all very confusing, you see.
Encouraged by the book to âthink outside the boxâ in terms of adjectives, one of the first things that came to mind was architectural. I donât know why that popped into my head, really. I do love a nice, clean line paired with interesting shape and texture â which is the look that âarchitecturalâ brings to my mind â but thatâs only a small fraction of my style persona. The word got me thinking, though. What do I love in architecture â or, more specifically, interior design? This answer I knew. I love mid-century modern and neoclassical design. The first was a non-starter; I appreciate the (early seasons) Mad Men look, but itâs not really my thing. But neoclassical ⌠that had potential. To give you a sense of what I mean, here are some pictures:
[Note: all of the above photos come from Influential Styles by Judith Miller, which is one of my favourite books on interior design. The photos, as you can see, are stunning and the text provides a good primer on some of the more iconic styles. I re-read this (and daydream) at least once a year.]
I find these interiors very calming, for lack of a better word. They simply look right to me ⌠the way that a well-chosen outfit makes me feel. They have elements that speak to me: clean lines; interesting details but no clutter; neutrals paired with pops of colour; beautiful patterns. Imagine black instead of white as the dominant colour, and you begin to see the outline of my style persona.
So I liked the sound of âneoclassicalâ a lot. But neoclassical what? Boho? Eclectic? My style is not always as, hmm, formal and elegant as those beautiful interiors. Especially on weekends. Sometimes, itâs a little quirkier. Sometimes, itâs a little more badass (I do love my leather jacket). âEclecticâ might cover a multitude of deviations from the purely neoclassical, but in a way, thatâs its biggest drawback; it tells you almost nothing, except that I have a tendency towards being somewhat all over the place.
Mulling on this topic, I came to another realization: as much as I admire French chic, my true âspirit animalâ resides on the other side of the Channel. âSlightly madcap English aristocratâ is probably far closer to it than Audrey Hepburn or any of her modern-day sisters-in-style. Mind you, my style persona is not much of a horse-, hunt-, outdoors-lover (although I love me some knee-high boots and tweed), so perhaps I should amend that to âbookish, slightly madcap English aristocratâ. Depending on the location (town versus country) and the circumstances (swanky bar versus village fair), she might wear anything from a ball-gown to, yes, a leather jacket. Good tailoring, quality materials, timeless silhouettes ⌠with a dash of quirkiness, because she can. There are probably examples out there (Amanda Harlech? Daphne Guinness?) but itâs their spirit, not their specific style, thatâs the key here.
And that brings me back full circle. My style persona is never going to be reduced to two neat words; Iâm just not good enough of a wordsmith. But it has both form (neoclassical) and spirit (the aforementioned madcap English aristocrat), and that is a pretty good start. After all, style is ever-evolving, right? Right. So, get your thesaurus out and have some fun with it! That’s my advice anyway … what’s yours?
* How to Get Dressed focuses more on practical tips that transcend individual tastes and styles, like proper fit, alterations, methods for cleaning and caring for clothes, etc. Some of these were pretty obvious/well-trod ground, but a surprising number were both new to me and very helpful.
Moar Pants
Pants, two days in a row? What is even happening, you guys? I don’t know, but there it is. I felt like taking this Vince sweater out for a spin, and then … got lazy with the rest of the outfit. Or, if you like, went classic and simple. I did pull out these ancient (circa 2008) Enzo Angiolini shoes to match the silver thread in the sweater stripes, so there was a hint of fun.
The weather is befuddling at the moment. The mornings have been legit cool (sub 10 C), and definitely fall-like, but then the afternoons turn broiling (high 20s). No matter what I wear, I’m inadequately dressed for at least one of my commutes. I’m not complaining — even if it reads that way — because I’ll take Mother Nature’s Sybil moment any day over a full-time commitment to Edmonton fall. But in case you’re wondering why my outfits are all over the place (who are we kidding though, that’s nothing new), now you know why.