The murky world of fashion is as a closed book to you, Peter.

[hirez]

A thing (or rather a person) that I noticed the other week while pottering about the Tate like some vaguely middle-class oik pretending that standing next to some capital-C Culture would rub off on me in some as-yet undetermined manner, perhaps in the same way that people think/thought that fondling the preserved body parts of an alleged saint and/or Socialist Personage makes/made them more saintly and/or Stakhanovite, was a chap in an old black suit. He was wearing his beret pulled down towards his ears in the manner of my grandfather, and seemed of military bearing. Artist's Rifles, perhaps, although more artist than rifle.

Since it was rather warm in that there Londons (in fact the light was positively Ballardian), he hauled off his jacket to reveal a long-sleeved t-shirt of strikingly dark lilac. (At least I think that was the colour. The version of purple that leans towards Blancmange with a hint of Potassium conflagration.)

... Which is a somewhat long-winded way of failing to explain that I dug his style daddio.

Comments

[bogwitch64.livejournal.com]

You crack me up.

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

Yes. I've yet to experiment with the technicolour world of not-black.

[hirez.livejournal.com]

It's actually scary.

See, pottering about in a selection of black t-shirts and well-made-but-unexciting jeans (or combats) is completely generic scruffy-hacker uniform. Safe, boring, your computer's fucked, don't look at me.

Wearing anything that's not like that does kind of involve taking yourself by the hand and jumping off a cliff.

(And yes I'm aware that a cross-dresser is writing this.)

(Actually, I'm kind of hoping that chiller will stick an oar in.)

[cybermule.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean in a lot of ways. Wearing the combats + black t-shirt thing is essentially a far far less challenging form of cross-dressing from my point of view. Part of it I guess is still thinking I'm considerably fatter and therefore would prefer not to be seen. Part of it is just preferring not to be seen on a whole deeper and more complicated psychological level. Part of it is some sort of self-editing parent mentality where wearing anything else other than that uniform makes me tell myself that I can't go out dressed LIKE THAT!!!

[jarkman.livejournal.com]

An ecumenical kind of arrangement ?

[hirez.livejournal.com]

Not as such, I think.