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7. What is the most transformative conversation you have ever had on the subject of fashion or style?
A college roommate spent years trying to help me understand that wearing cheap clothing wouldn't look that good on me. But then she made me try on a pair of Seven for All Mankind jeans and explained how they made my butt look amazing. It blew me away.
With my male art director partner. Realizing that all the fashion talismans of my youth were not just the fever dreams of a young girl, but legitimate expressions of creativity and ambition. My fashion ideas as a kid would lead me to the path I have now.
I honestly don't know.
A conversation with my best friend, who explained that people treat her differently when she dresses in a masculine way.
with my mum about what suited my body better
Haven't had it.
I don't know that I've ever had one!
it was a series of conversations during the year i spent sharing a flat with the most well dressed person i will ever know. She has this sort of freakish eye for how to put things together, and for proportions and silhouettes. It did actually feel spooky how good she was at it, like she had an extra sense. I learned just about everything from that.
I don't think I've ever had a transformative conversation on style. I did once see an advert that made me decide to only wear bold lipstick because I think it's a powerful thing for a women to do. It made me think they had it right with the power dressing they did in the 80's so that was transformative, but I only talked to myself about it.
Actually, the ones I had with my grandmother. She was an elegant lady. And now as a grown-up I realized she influenced me in many more ways than I thought. In the search for quality materials, in the way she mixed colors and avoided excess in everything - patterns, colors, accessories, etc.
With my mother, who spoke to me about dressing for myself and not for others or for what others expect from me.
The most transformative conversation I have ever had, has been feed back from people,peers, in a public project I have installed.
I realized that because my style does not appeal to a mass market..I'm good with that,because the clients who do resonate with how I put projects together,explain the feeling they get in the finished space..that makes me love what I do.
When I had a conversation with some friends our own personal senses of style. At the time, I felt kind of free floating and without a specific style, but as we got into a discussion about it, all my friends said with much authority that I had style and a unique sense of style and that they liked it and I should too. It helped me become confident in my fashion statements or lack of statements.
I'm not sure there was a specific conversation, but meeting women who were both very smart and also interested in fashion was a kind of revelation to me. I was a kid in the 70's and internalized a lot of dopey versions of feminism that eschewed fashion, make-up. So it was liberating to eventually shed all that, and have fun with it.
I don't think I have ever had any ground-breaking conversations.
In my third year gender studies class, we had a discussion about makeup and the unrealistic expectations placed upon women to look a certain way. Everyone who wore makeup or liked fashion said they liked makeup or they liked clothes, but every single person felt the need to justify liking it because women and girls are taught that they *need* makeup and fashion in order to be considered a person of worth because without, they have no value.
I learned that not all guys find a certain type of style on a girl atttractive
I went to Miami and a stranger came up to me in a bar and said, "you are so plain. Don't ever change. I just love your look." I wasn't wearing makeup and I was in jean shorts and a white teeshirt. It was sweet I thought! My friends got slightly defensive on my behalf but I still think how nice it is to be plain.
Some article i read once about how all the 'dress for your size' 'dress to flatter your figure' articles are rubbish and wom*n can wear whatever the hell they want and how 'flattering your figure' is a bs concept.
Talking about the Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century outfits with my sister when it first came out.
When I was younger, a teenager, my mom and sister told me that I could look good in anything, even wear a garbage bag. I still remember sometimes.
My sister and I decided to define our dream look in three words: a time, a place, and a thing. She came up with 1970's Spanish Nautical. It is perfect for her. I'm 1920's French Circus. It helps focus your look!
I really would like to have one of those conversations, but I think style or fashion has been sort of one of the things that women within my friends and family group don't talk much about, at least not in 'transformative' ways, yet.
talking to my friends about themed outfits. having style goals. last year mine was being a 90s witch. this year its a 1940s nancy drew femme fatale look.
Talking with my Mother about my style and love of dressing up early on
i have lots of friends that like to dress very simple and classic and so would therefore never ever wear the stuff i like to wear. i've noticed that instead of complimenting clothes i wear people are usually more like "oh, that's very YOU" unless we share similar tastes. i guess the wishes of my friends to sort of blend in and their worrying that people might think their clothes are a bit "too out there" if they don't match or something inspires me even more to just not care what anyone would think of what i wear regardless of what it is, whether it's "out there" or really really not
Every conversation I have with artist/fashion designer Pascale Gatzen is a transformation about style, fashion and spirit.
I'd have to say some of the conversations I had with a peer and coworker in my early 20's. She was my age, but much more refined in her style, partly from living abroad. She seemed to dress for herself in a way that I hadn't really considered, while incorporating items that men considered attractive and sexy. She also really knew her figure and how to best disguise her flaws (short legs because she was petite) and so forth. It made me feel a bit hopeful and just sort of opened my eyes, in a lot of ways, even though I didn't have the same sort of style or figure.
When my dad dyed his hair platinum blonde (and started tanning) and started going around in gold pants and stuff, he marveled to me that everywhere he went people wanted to know who he was. They thought he was interesting before he said a word. He has always been very experimental with his style and changes his style drastically every few years. Now he looks like a hells angel. For a long time he only wore heavily embroidered western wear. I remember the two of us leaning against the kitchen counter after school. I was in my uniform and he in his outrageous shit. He seemed to have some power over all the people who looked at him and thought things. I was 12.
that another woman also wanted to dress and up and be polished for presenting herself everyday - it's ok to look great!