Out Of Fashion

Since the time I was seven till I was twenty, I was as deep into fashion as the next girl, assuming the next girl was equally obsessive as I. I would ‘borrow’ my older sisters’ magazines, and pour over every photo and article, from the latest couture appliqué experiment to the rise and fall of Zori sandals, I would memorise it all, and tried, desperately, to adjust my clothing to fit.

But eventually I decided it was all a big con, and started dressing for comfort, rather than for aesthetics.

Then the lazy look was suddenly on the cutting edge…