When I see two people out (women, men, one of each, whatever) and I want to take a picture of one of them, I often want to take a picture of the other, too. Style travels in pairs.
I actually ran to get ahead of these women to capture them, I liked their looks so much. In one you get a clear snapshot of beautifully executed individual style, and in the other a pitch-perfect interpretation of current trends. Both looks are great, but put them side by side and call them friends and I say they get even better.
I’m reminded of these two women from the spring, who I keep thinking back to as perfect examples how great it can be when you simply combine whatever you want, whatever you love.
The effect is, in part, that they look like they enjoy getting dressed. If this effect can be achieved, no matter what someone is wearing, no matter what other effects might be in play, I can usually enjoy the result, too.
Sure painting and drawing, sure knitting and crafts, sure cooking and organizing and shopping and eating, sure hanging out with friends and writing and photography, sure calligraphy and wine and Shakespeare and the 19th century novel…but what I really love? What I do whenever I get the chance? What I find maximally calming and therapeutic and satisfying? What I put hours of attention and effort into, and investigation, and all the money it takes?
O how I groom. O the tools. O the unguents. O the potions. O the experimentation. O the time.
No centimeter of my body escapes care.
Like weeding a garden, editing a text (I find editing to be a fitting metaphor for much of my life), cultivating a path through the wilderness…
This means clipping and trimming, oiling and treating, masking and exfoliating, cleansing and brushing and smoothing and massaging and just…addressing in the most comprehensive way.
I liked what I heard someone say recently, if you had only one suit to wear for your whole life, imagine the care you would take with that suit. I like this way of thinking about the body, particularly the skin.