Extreme Fatigue

In recent years, the last decade perhaps, the the pendulum of fashion has swung from one extreme to another. Maximalism and minimalism have ruled over the style landscape like a sartorial Ying and Yang. Maybe it’s just me but I’ve grown…tired. I’m visually exhausted by the aesthetic whiplash.

I understand why we do it, it’s easy to point to and sell definites. It's easy for people to commercially grasp something that’s hyperbolic. It’s hard to sell that in between, it’s hard for the consumer to stomach the empty space. We love black and white, but we don’t really want to play with gray. It’s why couture has a hard time outside the deeply fashion forward, it’s why runway can be scary to the uninitiated.

Most fashion needs to be diluted before it can be consumed. As a result, we don’t always get great clothing. We don’t get great style. We have members of the community who flirt with it, obviously there are sentinels who achieve it. But, at large, it’s this way or that way. It shouldn’t come as much of a surprise that I feel this way, I feel like half the time I’m screaming into the abyss about this. But you watch fashion week after fashion week, consume look after look, and eventually you grow tired. You wonder why fashion heads gravitate toward things that could be seen as overly odd, and it’s because we’re sick of seeing what’s considered par.

Fashion is about reinvention, it’s the ability to start fresh and reconsider your image each day. There are those who adopt a uniform, which is an extreme, but it’s an extreme that’s not as palatable. It’s a refusal to accept the swing of the sartorial pendulum, which is punk, which is ultimately chic. I’m rambling, but what I’m trying to say is maybe consider playing around in the space between space more often. The world could use more oddity.