The
Bizarre
Redundant Fashion:
By: Quill Wordsmith
wordsmith@excapethematrix.com
You can call it homey. You can call it run down; second hand epitomes seasoned with eyesores. Or better yet, how about the newest submission to cable television’s hit, “What Not to Wear”…I’ll just refer to it as simply delicious.
I mean really. Fashion to me doesn’t have much definition because I don’t put too much thought in what it is I should be wearing. There’s a pair of pants that are described as “blue gray” and clearly they are a faded olive green. There’s a white t-shirt - - - possibly with a graphic design but preferably white with the tagless Hanes brand right around the collar. There’s a hat. And if I take time out
of my busy day to actually put in the contacts for impaired vision, I might just put on a pair of seemingly designer sunglasses to block out the overcast for the day. What does fashion mean to me? Fashion to me is simple and redundant.
I window shop in boutiques and avoid clinical depression by not touching the price tags but simply stealing the idea. I’ll take the clothes I see in boutiques and the concepts and stuff them in my handbag and then run to the nearest Goodwill or Salvation Army to see if that same mockery can be made. And it usually can. Or better yet, I’ll hit up Target to see what I can find in the latest Red Nine or Mossimo brands. I’m almost positive I could be saying that wrong, but that’s how I pronounce it. Target is great for button downs, button ups, hats, and pillow cases. What does fashion mean to me? Fashion to me is redundant. I take my Monday through Friday and mix and match them up like I still go to Carter G. Woodson elementary school and the uniform is a mandated option.
Not all the time am I able to hit up a Payless either. Stacy Adams can sometimes rape my pockets with square and pointed toe mishaps and Aldo’s are usually located in malls. Malls are meant for two things, food courts and media outlets. That’s fashion to me. Fashion to me is - - - look ma, I’m just getting into shoe polish!!! Something my trademark “earth shoes” doesn’t need. You just wear them and let the cork soles adjust to your walking style walking style walking - - - style don’t got jack on this. And don’t let the weather be warm. . . . what does fashion mean to me?
Those New Balances. Other than earth shoes and slip resistant sketchers and hand me down Easter shoes, New Balances is freedom. I walk better with New Balances. Of course they can be just as dress me down as the timberlands I wear for thug appeal. The timberlands worn to make sisters heads turn and brothers to “feel” me coming. But timberlands make me walk unnecessarily slower than if I had freedom hugging my ankles. And I wear New Balances on those days when the bus isn’t an option? Who’d choose that when it’s between 67 and 74 degrees outside. Lord! That’s room temperature under blue skies.
What does fashion means to me? Fashion is cussing out Sally Jesse Raphael episodes and Ricki Lake reruns of “I used to be ugly but look at me now”. Because as far as I’m concerned, fashion is redundant. So as I tighten my tie and slip my shoes on and off without tying or untying, slide my hat on as I walk in the house, and stare at you in your matching Coogi colors……
Know that fashion to me, is nothing but ecclesiastical.
Nothing new under the sun.