Could a rocker wear clear clothing, sometime in his life? How would a hippie be seen coming out of the Roccobarocco store with her lovely handbag? And if the pretty curly hair of black power of a girl appeared smoothed at a party? Would Anna cease to be Dello Russo if she wore just a basic jeans and a shirt? Hey you, do you need some element to define you as who you are or set your race?
In the way to the court, watching the bustling crowd like a remote movie, I began to wonder how far we should be “faithful” to our style. Fidelity? Really? Hum. . . I think fidelity could be a extreme word if used to limit ourselves in a universe of varied styles. Why do we restrict our right to experience, our right to find out who we really are, what we mean to society and to ourselves? We are so lacking in acceptance of the ‘me’ that we project to society that our true ‘me’, , one that is changeable, ends up having their growth curtailed! And that’s where our style remains in a child and insecure state. Only the security that comes from the maturity of those who dared to prove the antagonisms offered by the life is capable of recognizing, inner certainty, what it goes well, what they like, what outfit best fits to their body type and skin. So, why this contentment with the sameness, this complacency with the average standard, this fear in taking a step toward the new? I still don’t quite understand, but is related to the famous sense of belonging to the cool group from that unforgettable room with a pile of stuff (The Devil Wears Prada), even if it means a self cancellation. Anyway, the ‘me’that I believed to be is maturing and may collide with several predefined concepts that may not serve to define Cristiane, the afro brazilian lawyer. However, I wont flee from this phase of maturity. I want to allow myself to experience, what about you??