Clothes maketh the man
My approach to clothing has changed pretty drastically over the past few years. It used to be that each piece of clothing had to be meaningful in some way, have a story attached to it, and have a particular purpose or context to exist in. I think this stems from my art education and the ideas that art is about meaning making, art is life, and life is art.
But now, clothes, whilst still part of my identity, are more about fitting into a situation appropriately, a response to an external situation rather than an expression of something internal. Now, all my clothes are useful for as long as they are fit for purpose, and then they are donated to charity and replaced.
My beloved twenty year old boots are the last of the old way. They survived the transition but are beginning to fall apart. But like I’ve said before, get a good pair of boots; they’ll take you a long way.