Monochro-mania
Fashion is ever obsessed with the new. As if staying true to one’s range, treasuring certain kinds of fabric, favoring specific styles and cuts and seeking only to perfect, is outdated, irrelevant and unwarranted.
From the outset, I always thought the opposite. I remain deeply attached to my timeworn peacoat with a snag on the right sleeve that’s both surprising and compelling. Continuity makes me happy every day. Growing older alongside Nina, the woman I’ve loved for 17 years, fills me with happiness. Still wearing the same style sweater that I’ve offered at Officine Générale for 11 years delights me all the more when I pair it with white jeans, which I’ve been wearing since I was a teenager.
I have always associated consistency of dress with a form of elegance. And I have always admired women and men with a
restrained wardrobe, who trace a clear line as they move through the decades, updating their look without really altering it, and staying relevant without deviating from a style, their style. Is such personal allure a carapace or a uniform? Is it innate or a deliberate choice?
Fashion is ever obsessed with the new. As if staying true to one’s range, treasuring certain kinds of fabric, favoring specific styles and cuts and seeking only to perfect, is outdated, irrelevant and unwarranted.
From the outset, I always thought the opposite. I remain deeply attached to my timeworn peacoat with a snag on the right sleeve that’s both surprising and compelling. Continuity makes me happy every day. Growing older alongside Nina, the woman I’ve loved for 17 years, fills me with happiness. Still wearing the same style sweater that I’ve offered at Officine Générale for 11 years delights me all the more when I pair it with white jeans, which I’ve been wearing since I was a teenager.
I have always associated consistency of dress with a form of elegance. And I have always admired women and men with a
restrained wardrobe, who trace a clear line as they move through the decades, updating their look without really altering it, and staying relevant without deviating from a style, their style. Is such personal allure a carapace or a uniform? Is it innate or a deliberate choice?
