The old leather jacket Iri had dyed a dark brown now gets its moment in the spotlight, on top of that pale pink cocktail dress. Her dark plum lipstick and silver necklace, along with the reddish nail polish, keep this look from slipping into punk princess territory. We leave that for the teens to explore, and ours are the adult playgrounds.
Again, I end up looking casual next to my sister. That particular color on my thin, cotton dress had to be broken up with some teal, else it threatened to induce nausea. A challenge keeps things interesting, so I got it for cheaps and took it out for some wine.
Every other day, walking out the door of out little flat in Cluj, my sister and I take some pictures of our outfits. It's a kind of street-style, monitoring our own shifting preferences. Clothes are not just an expression of vanity, but they are a means of social interaction. As Juvenal once said: "Seldom do people discern Eloquence under a threadbare cloak."
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duminică, 26 septembrie 2010
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