Ten years from now, what will we remember of 2020?
That’s when we stopped talking to people face-to-face, or IRL? Or when we turned our small flats into make-shift offices, forever blurring the line between work and personal life? Or when we all collectively decided to live in our sweatpants from now on?
Athleisure has certainly been my uniform these past few weeks. I can hardly remember what it feels like to wear a dress, or jewellery, or ballerina flats…
OK, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit.
But it’s true that this ‘new normal‘ requires different, very functional outfits. For example, as my ‘new normal‘ is more walks in the forest than coffee with friends in trendy cafeterias, all I need is one pair of shoes. And one, or maybe two, pairs of sweatpants, and a few slouchy tops.
Where does that leave 99% of my wardrobe? All the nice pieces that I treasure, and that I used to wear to express my ‘personal style‘, are beginning to look a bit obsolete. Suddenly, they’re relics from the past, like old objects in museum display cabinets: to be looked at but not touched, too fragile and unsuitable for this new world.
It’s a bit sad.
Clothes need to be worn, and touched, and appreciated. Not hidden away in the closet. Besides, in my KonMari frenzy I might start thinking that it’s pointless to store stuff I never wear and get rid of everything to make more room for sweatpants and slouchy tops.
That’s a scary thought. I have to do something about it. I need to find a way to show my nicer clothes some love, too…
top: Part two (old) / trousers: Repeat / shoes: Fila /
scarf: Alexander McQueen (old) / sunglasses: Prada (old)
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