Monday, December 23, 2013

Je ne veux pas sortir.



Tout était calme.
On pouvait percevoir le vent dehors, l'entendre faire rugir les arbres dont les branches s’emmêlaient. Je ne voulais pas sortir. Les lourds nuages gris ne laissaient passer aucune lumière. On sentait là les prémices des journées d'hiver, la fin du doux automne aux lumières ocres.
C'est culpabilisant, de ne rien faire. Alors, plutôt que de rester emmitouflée dans ma robe de chambre, j'ai préféré dégainer mon appareil photo et expérimenter un shooting en intérieur. Je me blâme toujours lorsque je ne me sers pas de mon temps libre pour faire des loisirs créatifs, j'essaye alors de me forcer un peu.
Ce gros pull à col roulé appartenait à ma maman. C'est assez curieux qu'au fil du temps, je constate qu'une bonne partie de ma garde-robe se compose d'affaires qui lui ont appartenu. J'étais pourtant la première, dans ma période de pré-adolescence, à trouver ses vêtements ringards. Et maintenant, je passe mon temps à fouiller dans ses vieux cartons pour dénicher des trésors. C'est là qu'on se rend compte que la mode arrive à façonner nos goûts; comme elle est cyclique, il suffit que les codes d'une décennie reviennent en force pour qu'on se mette à aimer une chose que l'on a longtemps critiqué. Tout est une question d'accoutumance; je déteste les cols roulés, puis j'en vois partout, alors j'adore ça. C'est applicable à n'importe quel domaine, on s'habitue à tout.
Quel est le vêtement du "passé" que vous avez détesté, mais que vous aimez actuellement ?


Everything was so quiet.
We could have perceived the wind blowing outside, shaking the trees whose branches got tangled up. I didn't want to go out. The dark and heavy clouds didn't let a path for the light to shine. We could feel the beginnings of the wintry days, the end of the mild autumn and its golden lights.
I feel guilty when I'm not doing anything. So, instead of staying wrapped-up warmly in my housecoat, I prefered to pull out my camera and experiment an indoor shooting. I always blame myself when I'm not using my freetime for creative leisure, so I try to force myself a little bit.
That chunky turtle neck sweater was owned by my mom. It is curious to note that over the time, a substantial proportion of my wardrobe is composed of garments that have belong to her. However, I was the first one, in my pre-teen period, to find her clothes hasbeen. Now, I spend my time to search in her old cardboards to find gems. Fashion shapes our tastes; as it's cyclical, when the codes of one decade make a strong comeback, you tend to love what you criticized. Everything is about habituation; I hate turtle necks, then I see them everywhere, so I like that. It's applicable in every sphere, we can be accustomed to everything.
Which garment from the "past" have you hated but that you currently love ?


Sweater : Second Hand (Mom's) / Hat : Second Hand / Socks : Noz'

10 comments:

  1. Cette série photo est superbe !

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  2. Amazing pics!

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    :)

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  3. I definitely feel the same, I used to absolutely dislike turtlenecks as well because I hated wearing them as a child, but when they started becoming trendy, I had some sort of a change of heart. It's also the same with current trends, like jelly sandals and high waisted stuff.
    I also love the style of your indoor photos! (:

    Ashley
    not haute

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    1. Yeah, I had this feeling that turlenecks were for nerds and extremely shy people... Such a stereotype ! Now when I see cropped top with turtlenecks (I hated both) I really love how it looks. I think you're right; it's all about trends, it changes our minds. Oh, jelly shoes, first I said "no way", now I think "why not !"
      Thank you Ashley, hope you're having great Christmas holidays <3

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  4. Linda!

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