In defense of skirts for men and individuality.
Over the past few days, I’ve been hiding out at local coffee shops with fellow content curator and minimalist extraordinary - Natalie Liao - to escape the daytime heat and working from home humdrum. For one of those cafe sessions, at Verve Coffee in DTLA, I wore one of my favorite pleated skirts paired with some new favorites from my currently-edited wardrobe.
If you’re a long-time reader, this is nothing new to you. Even before Jaden Smith supposedly thrust it into the limelight.
But for as long as I can remember, I’ve always been derided for my unconventional choices in clothing. I’ve matured enough over the years to withstand, tolerate and digest this criticism, and it has only emboldened me to be even more carefree about my sartorial choices. It’s encouraging to see the same aesthetic sentiments being echoed across the globe - at runway shows to everyday street style.
To me, the new classic uniform comes from within and is externalized. It is a part of you that cannot be imitated. Outfits, like the one I am wearing, continue to blur the gender lines and serve as a form of education - that at the core of personal style is an unmistakable individual taste on how one dresses and how one wants to present themself to the world. It is my hope that one day, someday, our outfits are truly a second skin representative of our inner identity and not some byproduct of our insecurities, our need to conform.