Delpozo dress, exclusive at Stylebop.com
Please, don’t wake me up! I’m in dreamland. I mean, I must be dreaming, right? When was the last time anyone saw me in a dress this airy, feminine and romantic? Ages? Well, actually, this IS real life. Surprised? Let’s say that surprising ourselves is just a part of life. And fashion speaks so much to this. The feeling of stepping outside one’s usual comfort zone, and trying something different, taking on a characteristic that is not usual for oneself, even just for a few hours, or a whole day, or a whole month . . . well, that’s the freedom of speech that fashion allows us to have. There is no one to tell us who we are meant to be, and especially how we are meant to dress. I like telling a story, having a theme, with the way I dress, even if it doesn’t feel exactly who I am deep down inside. But it’s a story and a theme that I came up with in my head, so in that way it is a part of me. And I get to express that whenever I like. However I like.
On this morning in particular, this dress came my way. It felt silky and so delicate, I was almost afraid to put it on in fear of staining it or ripping it. It was like a piece that I would have worn to ballet class as a child, only far more grown up. But still it felt child-like, with its over abundant sleeves and high neckline. It was a dress looking to be danced in. Looking for sunlight to hit it. Looking for sunglasses to match its whimsy and girlishness. It was looking to be a part of a story to be told. It was looking to be interpreted however the interpreter wanted. This dress is not usually how I wear the color pink, but it might be a way that becomes more routine. Who knows how things catch on. How we suddenly fall for something else after being so used to another thing for so long. Our decisions, the things that attract us, the things that make us feel “together”, they can change at anytime. And that unexpectedness, that random chance, is the charm. So just go with it.