Who are you?
Well... that is the question I had been asking myself, after realizing that somewhere along the line I had begun to mistakenly define myself by my work...
Then randomly, while I was living the fake VIP life in LA earlier today, I had a convo with Metch. It was about her dating life...but we got on the topic of one of our fundamental differences.
In any given circumstance when faced with the choice of not knowing what to wear...I'd rather be slightly under-dressed than over and she'd rather be slightly over-dressed than under...
WHERE AM I GOING?...
I have NO IDEA!
BUT! I think that it must say something about who I fundamentally am... There are any number of psychoanalytical reasons why I'd rather be under-dressed and I think you can tell a lot about a person by how they answer that question. What exactly it tells you is up for debate.
But as I sat today with my friends at the W Hollywood, all of the girls surrounding me and my friends wearing their hoochie koochie garb, and the dudes dressed to the nines...I felt pretty good about having on my 80's jean outfit (LITERALLY I had on an 80's JEAN OUTFIT, and I caught much flack about it) I felt so FLY!
Now don't get me wrong...I can and have been known to give a fierce heel and hooker dress...OPERATIVE WORD BEING FIERCE...But my instinct is to play it down...
So I ask...who are you? And why am I trying to encapsulate all of myself in a simple inclination about clothing?
Profound? I think so.
MinDog OWT!
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