My wardrobe, as of late, resembles much of my life; a constant attempt of striking a balance. Somewhere in between edgy and cool and sophisticated and classic. As if these yards of fabric knew the internal struggles I was constantly battling. You see, I tend to go through these waves of restlessness. This isn’t a new notion for me, if anything it’s a reoccurring cycle, once about every two years or so. I always envied people that are so content with their everyday- their place in life. They seem reassured with the path they’ve chosen, or they simply haven’t given it much thought. Either way, they don’t seem to be bogged down by the questions of “why” and “what’s next”- that hunger for more. The hunger to dabble, to begin again. They simply enjoy in the feeling of contentment that I constantly yearn for and yet, rarely find.
I’ve been told that restlessness usually is a product of our external surroundings not aligning with our internal hopes and aspirations. Not aligned. My fear of leaving conformity for the unknown and the hunger for being wild and free. A paradox of sorts. And so on most days, you will find me buttoned up and polished, classic and lady-like because it’s demanded of me and makes me feel like a boss, and other times, slightly disheveled, with rips in my jeans and a top that’s only half-tucked because I couldn’t be bothered. I suppose that’s the purpose these clothes serve- to tell a story, of our emotions and mood. If you want to know how I’m feeling, just simply take a look at my outfit du jour.
I’d love to know, if you could wear one, perfect, outfit to describe your personality, what would it be?
Photos by Jennifer Coffey Photography
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