1. When do you feel at your most attractive?

when i feel strong, clean, and light. when my cheekbones are visible (which is usually when i wear black).

2. Do you notice women on the street? If so, what sort of women do you tend to notice or admire?

women that look intelligent, or like they could beat someone up, or are tall. they look like they have their lives put together. they have everything in its place (i usually imagine it's not just their clothes).

3. What are some things you admire about how other women present themselves?

i admire when it looks effortless. like they've been wearing the same clothes for 30 years and their outfits are art. i imagine the force of their personality is so strong that they can't help but be surrounded by clothes to match it.

when i realized i didn't want to or need to wear makeup because it looked strange on me. when i learned to only buy clothes that i know i looked good in, and the list of things to look out for at stores narrowed drastically. and to not buy specific things i knew i'd hate.

never buy patterns. no bright colors, no white, no pastel. no cheap materials.

everything should be comfortable enough to lounge in at home, and professional enough to wear to an office. ideally.

never match tight bottoms with tight top (loose-loose is ok). usually long sleeves. layer. avoid christmas colors. think about shoes and socks.

probably something on the topic of fashion not being lame to care about, but also not being that serious. being less embarrassed about putting effort in.

get a job i don't think about when i'm at home. don't own too many things. try to create something sometimes. simplify.

carefully-selected aesthetics and environment can at least help me feel my depression means something.

black turtlenecks. i decided once that i look better in them than anything else and never went back. makes me feel like a comfy philosopher. sometimes i buy them in navy.

nope

lacy, billowing, loose tops. heels, flats. anything too feminine--i'm a cis female but it makes me look like i'm in drag.

i inherited her fear of getting or looking fat. and her thick dark hair. style-wise, i'm pretty much her opposite now, but i wore a lot of the clothes she kept from the 80s and 90s.

in high school: my mom's leather pencil skirt, some of her 'mom jeans,' her and my dad's chunky sweaters. a thermal turtleneck i wore almost daily.

i still wear the sweaters often, and a pair of her platform sandals sometimes.

i briefly wore peasant skirts, ankle socks and retro 90s stuff in high school (mid 2010s). it was probably the most fashionable i've ever been but i didn't realize it. now most of that stuff is passe or stands out too much.

i guess i dress gender-neutral and wear men's clothes often. it's not intentional, just feels comfortable and flattering.

somewhat fit. not quite hourglass. muscular arms (i weight train). no thigh gap anymore. short.

i'm anxious and depressed as most american 22 year olds. i have good verbal skills but awful spacial awareness.

i've been told i'm emotionally closed off. i'm happy sometimes and sad sometimes, but i'd be less lonely if i didn't push people away so much.

a green sufjan stevens illinoise shirt. it has a few bleach stains from my hair and the neckhole is stretched. i was wearing it when i met my significant other. pyjama pants that are grey and printed with I

it helps one conceptualize one's self i guess. i don't even care about fitting in with other people, but i like fitting in with an environment (bedroom, city street, forest, etc). it helps me feel centered.

sometimes my boyfriend. sometimes online strangers.

i don't know. in an office, i like not looking like a slob when an executive walks by, even if it doesn't materially matter.

i have better taste than style. in everything. not to brag, but i think i like and know about things that are cool for smart people to like or know about. and my style is okay, but it's mediated by a lot more than taste is (i.e. money).

taste is what you know is good, style is what you wear.

honestly, dozens of cheap thrift store purchases i never wore. when i was 19 i decided someday i'd have to dress business casual, so i went to h&m and bought a ton of cheap, uncomfortable office clothes.

also, a $100+ pair of riding boots that weren't well constructed. i think i sold them on ebay.

being able to distinguish good material from bad in a store.

it's okay to wear the same exact thing most days.

wearing all black.

people compliment my decor sense sometimes. i like photography.

when i was at my thinnest, in the throes of an eating disorder, wearing tight pants or showing off my body made me finally feel almost equal to the cool girls at college.

i feel comforted by big puffy coats even if they look silly.

i think so. i know what i want but don't quite have it yet, and that applies to clothes and everything else. i don't know where to get fitting jeans or a good job, and sometimes i make mistakes, but i know them when i see them. i'm good at picking friends too.

it's important to hang things up or fold them, not throw them on the floor in a heap. still working on that one.

wear sleeveless shirts and pants that show my ass.

i can't do anything if i'm physically uncomfortable. i fidget too much. i admire people who are good at things, and who work hard.

maybe i view people who dress well as having worked for their income, so being able to afford good clothes signals skill or knowledge.

if you like something, wear it until it falls apart. don't own too many things. don't own things you don't wear. only wear things that fit your body, your life, your environment.

nature, how complex and disorganized it is. views from high up or far away. chiaroscuro. deep colors, concrete walls.

suburban housing developments. crappy blockbuster movies. strip malls in the daytime. advertisements, logos.

don't like to be noticed. not very approachable, but not likely to be rude if you do speak to them. not frivolous or ditzy. not clumsy or shy. not judgemental but thoughtful and internalized.

of course this isn't all necessarily true.

how cold it's going to be. what i wore recently. how clean my hair is, what my skin looks like. i don't put much thought in, except when i do.

i want to look like i don't give a shit. like a battle-hardened knight in a raincoat and blundstones. i'm compensating for my baby face, while also dressing for it.

the level of femininity.

black mockneck sweater, black skinny jeans with a little not-premade rip, blundstone boots or converse. sometimes a puffer jacket.

me: androgyny, minimalism, practicality, black and grey

not me: patterns, maximalism, most trends, most dresses, lots of color

vaguely slavic-american. i admire the trashy/classy line eastern europeans carefully balance on, but i don't know if it influenced me necessarily. i try to embody the spirit of a matching adidas tracksuit.

as a kid i wanted to look like avril lavigne. as a teen i wanted to dress like an art hoe, so either vintage or "vintage" stuff. just wanted to look like i was in on something big no one at my school knew about.

not as much as i should. wearing earrings or finger rings, sweaters, a boring cardigan i bought for five euros in italy.

rebel by not removing the cat hairs from my clothes. i've worked in blue collar industries and tech, so expectations are not high. i conform by wearing jeans and graphic shirts sometimes.

no.

i've disliked when i had to wear the same thing for work in the past. it was a relief to quit those jobs and get to decide for myself.

converse, skinny jeans, band t-shirt. i always liked to pretend i was a cool indie kid.

all the time.

medieval europe. leggings, tunics, those pointy shoes and silly hats...absolutely ideal.

actually, i take that back. 1960s new york.

not at all.

ugh. sometimes i think about how i should have positioned my head so it looked normal.

simone de beauvoir, kristen stewart, shoegaze bands in the 80s, kurt cobain

no.

paris hilton 2000s. the puffy shirt from that seinfeld episode, which is for some godforsaken reason a real trend that exists in 2020.

mostly the same. i really wish i were taller and could pull off long wool coats.

i want to avoid harassment, i guess.

please wear things that fit.

i really want to get into it, but i don't know where to start. also no one around me wears it daily.

i have eczema, so i have to keep up with skincare religiously.

i don't wear it.

jeans, tshirts, sweaters, some linen pants, a skirt and a dress, some winter coats. silver rings, small gold and silver hoop earrings. gold studs.

a bootleg t-shirt advertising the band Slint.

when i was 15 i bought a vintage dirndl in germany. it's wearable as a cottagecore thing but i never will. my mom insists i keep it.

my blundstone boots. worn every day working in landscaping, and also my most professional office shoes.

a pair of my own personal sisterhood of the traveling pants. they wore out eventually and i never found another pair that fit so well, despite many weight changes.

a warm jacket, probably.

i'd create a spreadsheet ensuring every item could be worn with everything else. i'd have a strict color scheme--maybe only black and grey.

that rick owens dress, probably. it's black and minimal. i can still resell it at any time.

probably the first thing i bought at buffalo exchange. don't remember what it was.

thick, well-constructed, and well-fitting jeans.

i have in the past. i fold my clothes when they're in my drawers, but right now they're thrown on a chair and my bed.

my boyfriend bought me a vest with heated coils and a battery, because i was always cold. it looks great and i wear it often.

nothing with monetary value.

every few months i binge-browse, but don't end up buying much. i look online, sometimes farfetch or ssense, but my favorite places are thrift shops in big cities.

i don't like to smell bad.

i wear atheleisure because i want to be muscular. i dress like i work in an office even when i don't, because i want to.

i get gifted cash sometimes and it all goes to clothes. i'm poor and spend way more than i should on clothes, but i love thrifting and am good at finding used designer stuff.

a stand-collar grey and black rain jacket. it rains a lot here.

a few times in my life, people have guessed my weight as much lower than it is. a couple people have called me small or skinny. i don't see it, so it trips me up.

my first day of kindergarden, my mom dressed me in a plaid, pleated dress. my hair was long and in two braids with plastic clips. i loved this outfit since it felt like a school uniform and i was excited to start that chapter of my life. i have always loved picking an outfit for the first day of class.