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When Your Intrinsic Self Says No


This is what I see when I look in the mirror.

Do you have a well formed sense of self? I do. It’s a pain at times; stubborn, opinionated, it never met a prisoner it didn’t want to frog march to the gallows. I have to flay it back into the corner several times a week, at any moment it could let itself out of the back door and strop off to go head to head with Putin. Ah yes Putin, is anyone else excited about Putin’s upcoming calender? I am, I'm not sure which testosterone soaked month is my favourite, April or August?
April
I do fear that my premature release of his upcoming charity beefcake calendar, in which he is raising funds for ousted despots with shirt allergies, will have me dodging the ol' polonium tipped umbrella.
August

I have been thinking of getting older, thinking mind you, not quite counting the neck rings - I am three just in case you were wondering. The clarion call for the over 40’s is, “elegance, knee length, well groomed hair" all wonderfully apposite but what if the inner you shrugs and says, ‘whatever?’ Where do the female Keef Richards pitch their sartorial stall?
Keith - young.
Keith - old. There is no doubt that Keith's intrinsic sense of self has remained intact.
Steven Tyler - young

Steven Tyler - old
Now on that dichotomy between inner self versus mirror image I present the magnificently beautiful Elle, last week she wrote a post mirroring Cate Blanchett’s Blue Jasmine outfits with her own wardrobe, sartorial splendour at its apogee.








There is no doubt that Elle’s (still a young poppsie) inner self is in cahoots with her mirror image. Her style will travel into her latter years with the ease of diplomatic immunity
Mine? Not so much.
My inner self is still slinking around in skinny jeans and baggy grey t shirts, cocking it’s snook ( I’ve warned it about that more than once, it just won’t take a telling ) shaking its tousled mop at chic bobs and exhaling loudly at appropriate dressing for one’s age. It’s a danse macabre between my innie outie most days.

So for a little while yet, I will stagger along the disconnect of my inner self/mirror image and keep my eyes peeled on the clean minimalism of angular Scandi fashion. After all, Suzi Quattro was never an idol of mine. Having blogged for almost 4 years, I keep seeing the sins of my past in those snapshot vignettes below. In the last year I have gotten rid of a lot of clothes, basically everything that was too tight and pencil skirts. The most important thing to me now is that feeling of being bien dans sa peau, which is where I think elegance truly lies.
Is your innie keeping up with your outie?
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