All posts tagged: outfit post

OOTD: The Last

I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, and have decided this will be the last OOTD post on my blog for the foreseeable future. I first started doing OOTD blog posts because I wanted to affirm that the self was not a thing that was a formulaic list of compatible and complementary things. The labels that we often use to identify what kind of people we are, are boundaries that demarcate the places where we are always escaping our selves. This just means that I can’t even really begin to define myself in wholeness and completeness because there’s too much to cover. Isn’t that something marvelously wonderful, worth affirming and celebrating over and over again? I didn’t always think this way, and I think most of us don’t. Or we are afraid of what it means for us to be fluid, blobs, spillages. Labeling who you are is not a bad thing at all. Sometimes the labels allow us to leverage principles that we might otherwise find difficult to grasp. Sometimes the labels …

OOTD: A Flash of Foresight

I have never been fond of orange and yellow tones. My wardrobe is an overwhelmingly cool – neutrals palette, from the black-white-greys to the blue-purples. A few years ago (in the era of the high-waisted skirt but before the crop top came back in), I decided I wanted to be experimental and bought a longer skirt that cut at my calves in a shade of orange I found bearable. It was a failed buy at the time. I couldn’t figure out how to match it to anything in my wardrobe, nor did I enjoy the way it sat on my body and the silhouette it created. I couldn’t really see it at the time and so I decided to throw it at the back of my wardrobe and forget about it. It survived multiple rounds of spring cleaning, I guess I felt that I had to wear it at least once before I donated it out, or that maybe someday I would grow into liking this length and this shape of a skirt. However many …

OOTD: Tamago

I’m in the final week and a bit of writing papers that will gesture my way out of the MA program for good. It’s exciting to be in the final stretch, but when each day is bookended by the number of words I put into the word document sometimes I just need a bit of time to remind myself of other things. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the things I can do once I am done with the semester, and I am tempted often by the many projects that I would love to get started on. I turn over those things in my mind, they remind me that I am a creative person and that the papers I am writing right now are one manifestation of that creativity. I want to hold creative processes as a formless blob in my mind, so I hopefully never box myself into a method, a medium or a product. If I am a creative person then any act I engage in has the capacity to be a …

OOTD: Same Same but Different

I’ve always been a default T-shirt and jeans type of person. Most of my childhood was spent in denim of all kinds, and T-shirts of many colours and cuts. Style-wise, it was never a stand-out type of combination, but it was reliable, comfortable, and always within the realm of acceptable trends. I’ve diversified immensely from my 16-year-old wardrobe, experimenting and growing into different kinds of relationships with my changing fashion. Perhaps a part of it was beginning to understand that I had some control over the way I walked in this world through the way I put myself together. I wanted to learn about this control, develop it, nurture it, and use it. Sometimes we want to change ourselves to become more of something, to be more like the person we dream ourselves to be, to be the person we think will make us happy. Sometimes it takes many styles, sets of outfits and changes to become the person that slips into a pair of jeans with ease. That person was always the person you were; …

OOTD: In a Moment

When I first started taking photos of my outfits, they were elaborate versions of selfies – carefully planned timer shots with my phone perched precariously in whatever place I could find. I am not that fond of the vulnerability that comes with being in front of a camera, or the feeling that a moment I don’t want will be allowed a different sort of permanence. This has always been my hesitation, and the reason I rarely let other people take photos of me. Eventually though, it really was just that much more practical to let someone else take photos for me, and doing these OOTDs became a tedious process of controlling my flight tendency and trying to allow myself to be myself even though someone else’s gaze was transferring through the lens. Now when I scroll through the photos afterward, selecting which ones to keep, to delete, and which ones to use, I have discovered it to be an interesting moment of self-creation. I recognize certain things I am looking for in myself that I …