We should ourselves decide what is beautiful.
I have to admit it. Honestly, I could not take another step with this path, write another word of this blog if I didn't own this. I, and we, live with a massive conundrum, a dissonance, a disturbance in the force. That conundrum is this. We all know how divisive and demeaning the apparel industry has become, pitting people against each other for the prize of being the coolest, and most chic. Who has the hottest new Nikes? Who wears Prada? The ultimate goal being the most lean, hot, hip, and connected person with clothes that convey all that to the random observer.
I decide what I believe is beautiful, what I believe is functional, what I believe is worthy. No one else does. We, you and me, need to take this power back to us. If the Attire language is to speak effectively to us all, we must give away the desire to be herd beasts who cling to sameness. If Attire is to truly become a language that we can all use with equal utility, then we must let go of the dicta of strangers who know not our lives, know not our concerns, and care nothing for our reality. In reality, if you and me are to become fully ourselves, we have to step away from this obsessive thing we have created and clung to.
What has happened however is that we have allowed ourselves to be shoehorned into manners of being that have little relation to who we really are, or wish to be, all in service to some fantasy of what is lovely at the moment, that is disseminated to us from fashion media and designers, who have little real world connection to us.