(wearing a pink frilly blouse from H&M, overalls from BERSHKA and some randomly collected rings)
I’ve said it before, but it bears repeating. I am the most untypical Swede in terms of fashion. A friend of mine once told me, “In terms of what you wear, you dress more like a Danish girl than a Swedish one.”
And I do not beg to differ; I’ve never been a minimalist in my sense of style. I’m a macromalist, I believe. Is that a thing? If not, I just made it one. Don’t get me wrong, I do interpret minimalist elements in my style and I do love wearing shades of black…but I always want to find an edge and something unexpected to everything. Minimalism, in my opinion, tends to feel a bit predictable and caged in, at least for me. I have friends who are geniuses in minimalist dressing (like, my best friend Eric ) and what they do is they manage to find the element of surprise in the most minimalistic looks; something I vividly admire, but that I’ve never successfully done, which is why I leave it up to them.
Instead, I embrace macromalism. Colors, shapes, patterns, glitter and sparks ; all the things my eye is usually drawn to on the streets of New York and around in the world, as well. I love going to the gallery openings in Chelsea, for that reason. You always see the most macromalistic people there. In a sea of black there are always one or a few (usually women) who wear patterns and colors in the most inventive manner imagined.
(cont. after jump)
"Sometimes, what we wear can be the biggest, most poignant way to say 'fuck you' to patriarchy and all the forces trying to tell us to subdue, defer and diminish ourselves into the sea of male minimalism"
But, the point is: whether you’re a macromalist or a minimalist, sometimes it’s valuable to step outside of your style and try to analyze why you are what you are. Are you doing it for yourself? Or to fit in with the rest? And, even if you’re a minimalist, and especially as a girl, it might be a good idea to at least try on some macromalistic gear. Because sometimes, what we wear can be the biggest, most poignant way to say ‘fuck you’ to patriarchy and all the forces trying to tell us to subdue, defer and diminish ourselves into the sea of male minimalism.