If you also grew up in the 1990s then you know that the 80s were not the only terrible decade when it comes to fashion. Obviously these days we have our own challenges for which will look back on with contempt (ahem, skinny jeans), but hindsight is 20/20, right?
You may have read on my evolving style here on MANE MAN before but I had to admit that it is only recently that I have started to look at myself as someone who is even remotely interested in “fashion” and style. I have undergone a serious style evolution that includes rocking some pretty bright/bold colors from time to time which was not a big part of my younger years.
Many moons ago, in both middle and high school I was terribly afraid of color. And when I mean color, what I really mean is anything other than black or whatever shade of blue was popular at the time. During those teen years, it is especially difficult to fit in for everyone and picking the right clothes to wear often helps a lot. Thankfully, I sort of got by but at the time my style was all about being preppy and fitting in with the other kids in my class. I guess it sort of worked.
For me, I was (and still am) a bit of a prep. I have always liked classic looks and largely that still serves me well to this day. But, “classic” (read old) can also leave you looking a bit outdated if you don’t put your own personal sense style into every outfit. Otherwise you’ll end up looking like a store window mannequin and who wants that?!
For me, my change from un-styled fashion lemming to MANE MAN, the individual, has in large part, emerged due to my decision to embrace color. Just a few months ago I actually bought red pants…red pants! Who does that?! Well, I guess a lot of people do now a days, but there was a time when I wasn’t a part of that bunch.
Taking risks with color has helped me feel a bit more confident in my own sense of personal style which has helped me continue to take more risks. Remember the green blazer from a few weeks ago? I knew I might have looked like Tiger Woods at his Masters tournament when I wore it, but I did it anyway. I’m sure some people liked it while others thought I looked like an overgrown sweet pea, but you know what? I loved every second of wearing it. It helped me realize that my sense of style is not just about wearing what other people wear, but more about doing my style, my way. Style is all about being an individual in whatever big, or small, way that works for you. It’s about my continuing to take risks and feeling good in whatever I’m wearing whether that’s a green blazer, a hot pink guayabera-inspired shirt or an obnoxiously multicolored pair of slip on shoes. It will be interesting to see where this style evolution takes me next.
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