..a couple of vivid thoughts on this piece..

When asked about her favourite item Robyn suggested the over the knee socks she is wearing in this photograph. She bought them for £ 3 in the sale from New Look last summer. Here is what they mean to her...

This leather bag is Esther's favourite item out of her wardrobe. She bought it in Absolute Vintage for £25 two or three years ago.

It's the small things that brighten up my world

This is something I wear a lot at the moment. I bought it for 8 quid in a faulty goods store in Downtown LA last summer.
Both images show a 'red and grey checked hooded zipper cardigan' ..one does so rather obviously, the other most personally and subjectively.

We might be constantly surrounded by fashion imagery. There's garments on models, on rails, in shelves, as cut-outs in magazines, on the person standing next to you..all somehow embedded in familiar commentary: information on the brand, price, where to get it from, what it will make you feel like, what you should be wearing it with...commentary that even claims to objectify taste ('this stunning dress...'). All of this is concerned with clothing and acquisition. You don't own it yet, but supposedly will be inspired to go out and buy it.

What however happens with garments once they've been bought or given to you? Once they have become part of your wardrobe..part of who you are even?

In a quest to get closer to answering the above I started looking for a sense of myself through the content of my wardrobe.

I mean come on. Yes it is the evil nature of fashion to take all things good, chew them up and spit them out, but this got me staring in dismay. Fashion. Bands. I think I want to date an accountant.