Instead of throwing my hands up in the air and donning a pair of dreaded tear-away trousers (you know the ones), I’ve decided to embrace my surroundings and take notes from the places around me. The clothes in my backpack are constantly changing, then, shifting from culture to culture.
And now I’m in Brazil, where I’m once again tempted to wear red dresses and my hair wild. Do I wear berets in Paris? Yes, I do. Cowboy boots in Texas? Absolutely. A peacoat on a chilly night in London? Why not? I never mean to mock a culture, or look as though I’m wearing a costume – I just legitimately love to dress in the typical manner of the culture I’m in. I also try to support local businesses by purchasing things from markets and locally-owned shops.
But which one’s really me, you may ask. Well, I’m all of these styles, they’re all my own. When I’m in Canada, I wear an amalgamation of them all, bits and pieces of different styles that I’ve collected in my travels. I may not always be the most fashionable, the most sexy, or the most cool, but I sure do have fun wearing what I do. I live by the same rule in fashion as I do in life: I’ll try anything once.