Free Thinker: fashion is dead, style in identity crisis

I do have an interest in fashion; nevertheless I am not the extreme follower. Fashion is not my middle name, and I won’t label myself as a fashionista. I dress whatever I like, but the clothes itself have to be loose fitting, comfy, and qualified. Well, I don’t mean those clothes have to be branded and designer’s one, but they utterly have to possess a good quality and not easily become threadbare. I don’t do experiment in dressing, but I love to mix and match clothes, despite the fact that I will always end up putting tee-shirt and jeans on my body. I sorely love jeans, and of course, the tee-shirts.

I look to no one for developing my style, and like I’ve said before, I merely wear everything I want, and that’s it. Actually, since I came across an inane facebook’s quiz, and found out an it girl name Alexa Chung, I fell in love with her style. She is effortlessly gorgeous, and I adore her cool fashion attitude. Besides her extraordinaire fashion taste, I love the fact that she’s got A’s both in English and Art subject, which indicates her as a brainy, well educated girl.

I’m currently pondering over self-changing, and I’m yearning for a new style of dressing. Isn’t it obvious? I desperately need a refreshing start, since I’m on my holiday and I will start on a new semester; I’m a sophomore, anyway, and I will have my juniors next year. Whoopee.

Talking about self-make over, there are no special whys and wherefores behind my intention. Actually I solely want to start off a new experience in the phase of maturity. I wouldn’t be a child forever, and it’s undoubtedly clear that I have to grow up. Well, I don’t mean to say that we have to change our style if we’re growing up, and you mustn’t. But as for myself, personalizing style is one of my ways to enter upon adulthood. I don’t wish to be someone else, which I honestly had in the old days, and believe me; you’re truly better off by far when you realize how much precious you are.

Well, I’m sorry if I am being such a tiresome motor mouth, I certainly don’t mean to hurt anyone feeling or become a damn smart-ass. I think this enough for today. We’ll catch up to the next immaterial writing of mine, so see you.