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I Can Never Wear My Leather Jacket

I enjoy following fashion. I like wearing stylish clothes, accessorising them and generally looking smart. Hail Pinterest. 

But I have a problem. I am never à la mode. I never have all the pieces required to put together a look. When I have the shirt, I don't have the pants and when the pants are bought there are no shoes. And by the time I find just the right ones the trend has come and gone. Concisely I never have enough to wear and behold the hole in my pocket. Sounds familiar?

This had been happening for so long that I decided to find a viable and enduring solution. So I started looking harder only to find that there aren't any rules to the grammar of fashion. I mean if sneakers look good with dresses and blazers worn with torn… ahem distressed denim pass as formal how can there be etiquettes in dressing? 

The answer is that there can’t be because I am not made like you and you are nothing like me. What looks good on you looks so wrong on someone else. Most importantly comfort is very individual. Bespoke.. anyone? 


I now know that there is no old school, there is only vintage, you are not unkempt, you are just carefully careless and where there is imagination there is street style. And thats precisely how I had the epiphany that to stay in vogue all it takes is confidence worn a lot more than just on the sleeve. 

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Location: Vienna, Austria

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kuntharajames said…
Wow thats sthng so close.Keep thinking Rado.
May 13, 2016 at 11:43 AM
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