This is a story about color, and other stuff.
I’m wearing a UNIQLO jacket, Anniel oxfords, chandelier earrings from Beladora, lavender pencil skirt and French blue tee from J. Crew. (They can call it Heather Blueberry all they like but I refuse to participate). Also hair which is now 100% whatever color it so chooses, and a ponytail avec velvet scrunchie. Lavender is how purple evolves for summer. Nude oxfords are how you walk to work in San Francisco. Scrunchies are my Sturdy Gal must.
But I was also taking photos in a slightly odd context. This is one of San Francisco’s Urban Gardens. I wanted to mix things up with the blog photo locations, so at 8:15am last Friday morning I stood myself and my tripod on a path to side of a site filled with flower and vegetable beds. All of the 4 or 5 people weeding, harvesting, or planting were older Asians. The garden sits right behind a primarily Filipino retirement community.
I couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, in context. What did another generation, another culture think of me and my urban semi-Artsy getup? Hmm.
I myself felt quite the Young Thing. Quite the Do Not Go Gently Into The Dark Night. Have you noticed how many young women now wear dowdy old woman clothes? Curious but true. I almost managed I Might Have Been A Ballerina, another young woman fashion trope. Hence the high pony. By the way, I was a terrible dancer in my youth.
As far as color, I was particularly happy with the combination of lavender and French blue, set off by the Beladora earrings. And with finally having managed a nude shoe moment.
(I was also pleased with having recovered my Rolex Cellini from the watchmaker for the umpteenth time. Note to community: buy a Timex if you want a man-styled watch. These fancy pants timepieces break all the darn time.)
The chandeliers felt just right. Living large, danglers in the office. Then I hung one earring on a potato vine for its self portrait.
Again I wondered, what must the urban farmers think?
Style is 50% aesthetics and 50% social context. But the social context is mutable. Some of us live with a compelling internal lodestone, and don’t care what others think. Some of us watch the fashion horizon for trends and statements. And others, me among them. look to functional and relational context, to the Appropriate, for guidance.
When I got to the office, people told me they liked the colors of my clothes. That they’d never seen me in a ponytail before. They smiled. Better out of the vegetable patch than in.
I was still thinking about context when I went out to lunch. I snapped my reflection in a glass door, figuring this was a better representative of real life style than early morning fourth position in a garden. Hence the Bottega Veneta cross-body bag, over-sized Ray-Ban aviators, an wrinkled tee and open jacket. Oh, and lunch was a patty melt, and fries.
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