"We all dressed for Bill", said Anna Wintour referring to Mr. Bill Cunningham, amiably looking man touring streets of New York City on a bike, snapping pictures of people who caught his attention. A real pioneer of street style way before it was cool, Bill's uniform to go was always a vividly blue worker's jacket, allegedly due to its durability (and it was cheap too, ha!). The idea of fearless ruler of American Vogue, proud promoter of couldn't care less flair, actually taking into consideration someone else's opinion when reaching for her outfits comes as a real surprise.
It got me thinking about who do we get dressed for really? Besides satisfying own sartorial whims and covering what should be covered, aren't we (sub)consciously unfolding our outlooks based on everyday mini-dramas we evolve for ourselves? If Anna dressed for Bill once upon a time, who did you get dress for today?
a) mom
b) significant other
c) clerk in the bank deciding upon re-financing your mortgage
d) Adam Katz Sinding in disguise taking an adventurous round-trip around post-communist countries?
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