fashion paradox

Last night my roommate and I were preparing to go to a private indie concert in a studio apartment in Wicker Park. SO trendy and hip, right? (maybe I shouldn’t go. wouldn’t want to be too ... ya know. who am i kidding? of course i’m going.) I got back from class in my BDG forest green V neck, Free People skinny jeans, and black ankle rise Converses. I thought I was ready to go. Then I thought again. I can’t wear a V neck and skinny jeans and Converses. “Why not? That’s what you wear.” says my boyfriend. Yes. yes. But it’s also what every twenty something who goes to an indie concert wears. I can’t just be another indie kid. “Then wear a dress.” Well I don’t want to stand out.
...What?

You see, I want to be edgy and cute and fit in. But I don’t just want to be another kid whose outfit was completely constructed for me by Urban Outfitters. I want to be different, but I don’t want to wear something that makes it obvious that I was thinking about trying to look different.

And this is the paradox of being a cute-enough young anthropology major making a decision about what to wear.

It’s all about the balance.