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14. Was there a point in your life when your style changed dramatically? What happened?
Between year 11 and the start of Sixth Form at school! I guess it's got a lot to do with being able to wear your own clothes into school everyday instead of wearing a uniform, but when I started sixth form I through the rule book out completely and grew more confidence in my style and myself. I began trying to be as creative in my appearance as I was in my studies and it allowed for some disasters but also for some great looks!
I had a shoulder injury about two years ago. I had to stop lifting weights, I couldn't pull things on over my head, my arms got bigger, and I was just through with menopause. That confluence of events cleared out my closet pretty dramatically, even more than having babies and leaving my office job did.
I decided I wasn't going to save anything I couldn't put on right now (no saving stuff I might be able to wear - that's just humiliating) or wear if I suddenly broke into a streaming sweat. I discovered home made dress shields. I had to get rid of my 'someday' wardrobe of cute little vintage dresses and shoes. And the handbags to go with them, because they hurt to look at.
About the same time, I stumbled into the internet land of I Will Wear What I Like. Not as designer driven as the NYC crones. Much clashing color.
I have never looked back
when i was younger i wore a skater skirt everyday that i wasn't at school. i refused to wear anything else because i didn't like change and was scared of people not liking my style, so i thought if i wore the same thing everyday then that wouldn't happen. my style changed dramatically when i didn't wear these skirts ever again. it was all because i went on holiday with new people who had a quirky style and i knew they wouldn't care.
No, there isn't. Conservatism, see?
Not dramatically... A few years ago I decided to abandon everything (from my wardrobe) that wasn't easy to combine with everything else.
The spring of my last year of University I had to do a complete wardrobe overhaul as I had lost of 20kgs during the winter. I was wearing tighter fitting items compared to my previous loose and a 'few sizes too big' garments.
I went through quite a 'goth' or more 'Victorian Style' period and I loved it. Lots of chokers and black and black hair and gemstones and I felt like a badass witch.
when I moved to London, aged 21 - working in a French agency. That was probably my biggest switch as the ladies around me - on the tube, at work, in coffee shops - all looked so perfectly put together that I made more of an effort.
In London, I took more time with my clothes, hair and make up. When I moved to Hong Kong, at 28 - my wardrobe changed to suit the climate but being surrounded by glamour and style and money perhaps - means a little of that rubs off
early twenties - I sort of grew up too early
from time to time you invent yourself again
College my sophomore year was a starting point; I was unafraid to go more vintage senior year and beyond. I like to have a defined style. I also love drag queens and wrote my senior thesis about televised drag culture. It was 60 pages about RuPaul's Drag Race, my favorite TV show. I LOVE how queens rock a devoted look and perform to the high heavens out of it. The show gave me one of my favorite lines when it comes to really going for it in fashion and style: "If you're going to be a coke whore, come out with a plate of coke."
For a while in high school, I wanted (because of the person I was dating) to dress more masculinely on most days. I got misgendered regularly during this time period because I was so thin and flat-chested.
Its getting less and less ironic or exagerating. Its fitting more and more together but stays extravagant. Before it rather looked like a Mixed up Color Style Flash.
i was pregnant
When I turned thirteen and realised that K-Mart graphic tees with inspirational quotes don't go with snapback hats and chokers.
My style changed a lot in my first year of University. I was living in a hall of residence with about 170 other people, half of whom were girls. All of a sudden I became obsessed with wearing what every other girl in the hall was wearing. I wore a lot of stuff that previously I'd never have worn, and in hindsight a lot of what I wore is what I'd now describe as a bit slutty. I also became obsessed with buying clothes - I did it constantly, though nothing was expensive and nothing was good quality. I spent so much money on clothes that I was actually meant to be putting towards paying for my hall of residence fees. It drove my parents crazy. I actually remember going home halfway through the year and Mum giving me a stern talking to about how I needed to stop spending money on clothes just to fit in when I couldn't afford to do so. Mum also told me that she found it really disappointing that I'd lost the unique style that I'd developed over the few years prior to going to University. She was sad that I was dressing like everyone else was and told me that a lot of the clothes I had bought were tacky and bogan. Those conversations have stuck with me and had a huge influence on me. I realised how much I wanted to be someone who was known for having a unique and distinct style, as opposed to being someone who followed the crowd.
Minimalism about 6 months ago. I am working on trying to get down to only owning 30 items of clothing.
I used to wear very short skirts and slinky tops. I have aged a little and my body changed
Not really. I gradually phased out the more frilly touches in my wardrobe because I really am not a frills person even if it's just a soft blouse with jeans. But it wasn't really a sharp turn into a different direction.
When I was 14/15 I wanted to look like a rockstar,then I regained my sanity.
I went from sporty to scene. Wearing bright colours to black with bright colours splashed in
As I said in my answer before, moving to New York strongly impacted my desire to exercise freedom of attire. I also lived with a friend whose fashion sense I admired, and we shared a lot of clothes, so that informed some of my transformation. Once I hit 22, I was making enough money to buy nicer things, though I still usually hunt on eBay or Goodwill for designer things that are in great shape, for way, way less.
I started wearing a lot of black when I was 13. before then I was sort of a tomboy/sporty pseudo jock. I was never going to be a popular kid, so I decided if I couldn't be popular, I would at least be memorable. So I was the goth jock. I dyed my hair black and was the best distance runner in the school. I wore only black.
I carried on that look into my early 20s more or less, then stopped dying my hair different colors and let it go natural. I have continued to have black as about 50% of my wardrobe. But since my early 20s I let go of the goth look completely.
Yes, when I was 21 I started dressing much more feminine. This is also the year I started drinking, going to bars, and sleeping with men. My change of style and attitude increased the male attention I got ten fold.
I wouldn't say 'dramatically'...when I was a teenager I had my dark-emo phase, but just like everyone else.
As a child I liked 'classic' or timeless looks (as far as that is possicle for a child and as far as ther was money), as a younster I was totally in to hippy dresses and black stuff, wearing a lot of make up, a hat and weird velvet jackets, after that I went back to timeless. Puberty happened.
Yes, many times. Two that come to mind:
I was raped in college and for the next 3 years, had to see the rapist around campus. The first fall back, after it had happened, I came back with steel-toed paratrooper boots that made me feel powerful, even when I was plagued with anxiety and PTSD. I literally felt that if that person bothered me, I could kick them. I wore a lot of edgy clothes and many layers.
More recently, I had a major period of anxiety and depression and my wardrobe became more and more restricted and I became more and more invisible.
Both, I think, were ways of feeling protected and safe.
In junior high I switched from pink to black overnight.
Then after I was raped I started wearing a lot of baggy stuff
Oh my god, 8th to 9th grade is definitely when my sense of fashion woke up and realized that my brothers hand-me-down clothing was no longer acceptable.
After my children were borne, I had gained 20 kg, was almost insane with exhaustion and kind of lost my sense of style, of being me, of caring.
I’m twenty-seven now, but four years ago when I cut off my all my hair, my style didn’t change (dramatically, or otherwise), but I did feel even more freedom to experiment.