eccentric my af
by k8 4sberg
I awoke one Sunday weary from a weekend of a classy wedding, open bar, and being that terrifying friend who horrifies all 3 generations of the bride and groom’s family members with her dance moves. XO much love. But on Sunday morning, my fellow wedding guests and I were back home. Walking into the living room, I see the literary couple in our friend group awake early and curled up, sipping coffee and reading the Wall Street Journal. STOP BEING SO CUTE. I impressively resisted hurling my body on top of their bodies and forcing them to cuddle with me (because I figured they were probably still trying to forget that ~someone~ had an uncalled-for number of nip slips the night before).
I picked up a section of the newspaper, and this is what I found:
The article I read was called Fall Fashion’s New Eccentricity. Eccentricity – yessss plz. I was hooked immediately when I read this GLORIOUS line: “Though the industry may flirt with minimalism…it never fails to boomerang to color, texture and pattern all mixed up with a dose of
pure, convincing madness.”
Um, YES Wall Street Journal YES. That speaks to the core of all I believe and hold most dear. Morality hinges on this – why live without an unabashed display of one’s blessed crazy??
The article went on to talk about how the eccentric trends are “a bit more intellectual and less overtly sexy.” UGH bless them. Your clothing tells me how you think. You can see how people perceive and respond to culture through their clothing. What I love about eccentric styles is that the purpose is usually not to dress for sex appeal in a direct, traditionally attractive sort of way. The purpose is to push the boundaries on what is normal and acceptable and/or be crazy, funny, or weird. One of my favorite aspects of the eccentric mindset is not taking yourself or your body too seriously. This could mean you dress unabashedly however you desire, or, my personal fav: hilarious and a lil gross. Gross me out! Please dress unconventional and hilarious and reach for whatever look you want. If you happen to look sexy in the process, GET IT. Never be afraid of looking sexy - Sexy is v nice! But if you don’t, well, what ends up happening is that confidence and shameless crazy/weird/funny become the new sexy!
I’ve found eccentricity a welcomed freedom from the concept of modest vs immodest. NO NO NO. That is not the point. Stop sexualizing bodies and start using them to show people that you like to be weird and expressive! HONESTLY people, can we get out of the mindset that clothes are either modest or immodest. If my clothing is revealing, it is because that is just how a certain article of clothing I found intriguing at a store fits on my human bod. I don’t want my clothing to woo you into my pants by way of my bod but by way of my mind of my bod.
While this article did express these sacred truths, there were two things I disagreed with. First of all, this quote:
“What’s also helpful is to make sure you maintain a baseline of polish. Naysayers may think they can cheaply replicate a Gucci look with a visit to the thrift store. Clever ones can pull it off, but proceed with caution. The ability to successfully finish off a floral silk dress with a grandiose brooch relies on a dress that fits beautifully and doesn’t suffer from stains, saggy seams or lingering scents.”
Oh silly, silly Wall Screet Journal. Rips and stains and that grandma scent are what I LIVE FOR. High fashion thinks that the people are reaching for their billion-dollar budget look. “The plebs want our fancy clothes.” Nah, dear Gucci. Fashion trends often start from the grassroots and work their way up to high society, not just the other way around. In fact, I don’t want all my clothes to look new or, to be quite honest, even nice. I’m searching for an aesthetic that money can’t buy. I long for a hefty level of nast.
Every outfit needs to be two parts slumdog for every part millionaire.
Embrace the nasty girl we all know you are.
Childbirth said it best: ~stay NASTY~
SECOND, the article suggested that it is easier to get away with wearing crazy clothes if you dress for your body type.
Excuse me, but no. Dressing for your body type insinuates that you need to dress in a way that accentuates the parts of your bod that conform to the traditional standards of beauty. NAH BABES. Eccentrics create their own standards AKA THEIR REAL LIFE BODZ.
I remember the first time I saw a beloved Bad Ass Babe rock a dress that clearly accentuated her anything-less-than-perfectly-flat tummy. She has such raw beauty and eternal confidence that my only rational thought could be that her little pot belly was sexy AF. I immediately wanted to copy this aesthetic.
And then of course there’s that scene in Pulp Fiction that perfectly portrays this sentiment. The ethereal Fabienne says to her luvr, Butch,
FABIENNE: “On a woman, a pot belly is very sexy. The rest of you is normal. Normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass, but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I'd wear a tee-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.”
BUTCH: “You think guys would find that attractive?”
FABIENNE: “I don't give a damn what men find attractive. It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.”
(And then she asks him to give her oral pleasure. Hot damn, she is queen.) You goddess, Fabienne, you got it right.