Hey, you want to be hip? Be yourself. Nothing says I am who I am and I don't care like being who you want to be. It's called confidence. Nothing is more attractive, more of a turn-on than pure confidence.
I saw the ugliest damn woman in my life walking down Cedros Boulevard in Solana Beach's Design District today. She was dog ugly walking a dog and, you know what, the dog was dog ugly, too. She was wearing a black shawl, the dog, and the lady was wearing a baggy pair of parachute pants, black ninja ripstop nylon up the butt.
But the lady didn't care. She strut that butt. She sashayed this way. And you know something, the more I watched as she strode down the street like a colossus of funk, the better looking she became. By the time, she hit the intersection of mind and body, she was Athena, Venus, the goddess of ten million desires.
Fashion, my young friends, comes and goes. I've got a Nieman's jacket I had to break out the other day when I worked as an extra on "Terriers," a new television show being filmed for the FX Network in San Diego. It's the only jacket I have, but the crazed casting directors sent me in as Office Worker #3.
I went into the right side pocket and pulled out a receipt. It was for the EXACT same day, only seven years ago from a motel in Half Moon Bay. At that precise moment, a lady looked at me and said, that jacket looks good. Those wide lapels are really in fashion.
Exactly. Fashion comes and goes. What was old is new again. What is new becomes old. So, it comes down to this: You are what you wear, sure, but you are what your attitude says you are and that's how other people see you.
Do your thing. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it plays. Sometimes it says, uh-oh, fashion disaster. Who cares? You're still going to look good if you think you look good. That's the state of fashion in our world yesterday, tomorrow and even today. O.K.? What else do you want to know?
