Essay on clothes we wear

↓ Continue Reading Below It claims to be a dress. You don't really get a lot of help as to how or when you're supposed to wear it. There are some "what to wear underneath" suggestions to the right, but that model in the main picture seems to be ignoring all those suggestions, almost as if American Apparel is deliberately fucking with its customers. Are you supposed to wear it around the house? Can you wear this to a formal event? I know it's acceptable to show up half-naked to the Oscars, but what about Grandma's funeral?

Amen to that. Kyla and Cat, you have pinpointed the heart of the issue; the remark ‘ugly as fuck’ does not reflect on Leandra’s appearance in any way (which is fabulous by the way), it’s a reflection of fact that he is an unprofessional, misogynistic, shallow, unkind, -by the lack of a better description- fucking idiot.
Also; I have so much respect for the classy way Leandra handled this, and for the way this post was written. I would have probably shamed his ass publicly and tore right in to him. And every bit of energy would have been completely wasted on a guy like that. This way, she has singlehandedly boosted the confidence and self-image of so many girls and women who read this blog. Actually very inspiring. So thank you, Leandra.

Thrift stores and gently used secondhand clothing are options. There’s been a bit of a revival in shopping at secondhand shops , but the deals are still there. The key is you have to have the time to do it — expect to wade through a lot of junk before finding that one piece of clothing that makes the time spent worth it. Also, because most men shopping at thrift stores don’t have much need for dress clothing, it’s easy to pick up a good suit coat or two for casual jackets. Take them to the cleaners and have them altered to fit better as well . With an adjustment to the sleeve length and a bringing in at the waist — that jacket can look better at $50 than the one you saw on sale at a department store for $500.

Back in Italy, the Milan collection hangs from racks on all three sides of the room. It's like Indiana Jones finally finding the Holy Grail, even though it was only three days ago that I bought the pony-hair jacket. But I am trying to be logical and systematic, resisting impulse, carefully going down each row to get a sense of what I might like. I see a black leather biker jacket I know I must have, even though I already own roughly fifteen jackets of similar style. But the leather is unlike any I have ever touched—and trust me, I have touched a lot—butter rich, with that irresistible gleam that can light up any night.

Essay on clothes we wear

essay on clothes we wear

Back in Italy, the Milan collection hangs from racks on all three sides of the room. It's like Indiana Jones finally finding the Holy Grail, even though it was only three days ago that I bought the pony-hair jacket. But I am trying to be logical and systematic, resisting impulse, carefully going down each row to get a sense of what I might like. I see a black leather biker jacket I know I must have, even though I already own roughly fifteen jackets of similar style. But the leather is unlike any I have ever touched—and trust me, I have touched a lot—butter rich, with that irresistible gleam that can light up any night.

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