More and more I get to the realization that although fashion is important and can make you feel good, there is no reason whatsoever of spending a ton of money for it. Here and there, I may decide to spend a couple or more of hundreds bucks to buy something that is really that special or that I incredibly adore. But in general, I would not spend much money for clothes and accessories as I used to do.
My interest for fashion and different brands have changed over the years. There were moments when having a great sum of money I would just spend all of it or almost for clothing and accessories. My friends and I used to go to the center of Verona, Italy, and visit some of the most trendy stores. There were a couple of them that we really liked, “Folli Follie” that was selling all different brands from Gucci to Prada, Dolce&Gabbana and some less popular and more eclectic, and then there was another store, “ABT” aka “Abiti”, that was carrying new, cool brands at a not very reasonable price, LOL. I remember buying beautiful scarves and knitted sweaters as well as other stuff in that location of Corso Porta Borsari, Verona.
Of course, not satisfied with those purchases, we headed to Gucci and Prada that were becoming our new obsession. Later on, we discovered a boutique called “Place Vendôme” that was selling Roberto Cavalli, Blumarine and some other designer items. Oh, that was the moment of exploring some flashing, colorful, animalistic clothes. I think that when I was wearing those denim pants, jacket as well as the silk shirts and tees I felt like the rock-star that I always wanted to be.
It is interesting how my tastes for clothing could move from some minimalistic styles like Prada to some more outgoing, exclusive and extravagant as Cavalli ones. I bet that my eclectic, conservative, untraditional, bourgeois, hippy, gipsy, hipster style is a reflection of my whole “hot mess” personality.
Well, here I am: take me or leave me. LOOOL
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Continuing my previous post, it was back during my early teens that I was able to really buy and choose my own clothes. I have to say that I was kind of lucky because my usual weekly pocket money was not that bad so I was able to save some money to buy some nice, expensive clothes. It was back in those years that one of my classmates told me that one of the must was Ralph Lauren’s polos. I remember when my friend and I used to head to a well-known store called “Al Duca d’Aosta” in my hometown, Verona, and buy the polos that my friend saw on this rich Italian entrepreneur, Raul Gardini, on a magazine. How fancy it was for two sixteen-year old guys to buy clothes that some celebrities were actually wearing. Well, it is not a big of a deal to me now, but it definitely was back in those days. I recall that my addiction was so big that I had to buy a polo/shirt almost every other week. Later on, I gave all of them away after not having worn them for are several years. Oh well, I guess it is life!
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I am going to start posting pictures of some of my clothing styles. What is fashion and what is considered fashionable?
Well, my interest for fashion has seen some upside down. There were moments in my forty-one year of life that it totally represents a very big deal, maybe a little too much towards a sort of obsession/shopaholicism.
Let’s go back to all how it started. My parents were pretty fashionable and because of my dad’s job, both of them have to dress nicely and in certain occasions elegantly. My mom had a very slim figure, her height was average but not her beauty. Indeed, she was a very pretty woman with nice cheekbones, beautiful hair and smooth skin. And for her it was quite easy to find clothes that looked good on her; she was for sure a fashion-addict and she had a peculiar interest for jewelry. My dad was an attractive man and many women fell in love with him. He definitely struggled during his life with his weight and later in his age he did not look as he used to be. However, for many years he cared a lot about what he was wearing and in certain situations he looked quite impeccable.
Having an example like that already pushed my interest towards fashion and because of that I always looked for trends and styles. I remember that I used to get mad at my parents because they wanted me to wear some of my older brother’s clothes. Not only I had to wear used clothes, but also not that fashionable or at least not really of my own taste.
In addition to that, there was the fact that being born in the early seventies I was in my early teens when a new movement started in Italy whose followers were know as “paninari”. The word is very close to the word “panini” and it was chosen because some of these people could just afford to buy bread with maybe some ham inside in order then to have enough money to buy the expensive clothes they were wearing. It all began in a city well-known for fashion, Milan, and rapidly spread in all Italy. Of course it reached the close city of Verona, my hometown. There the “paninari” were called “bondolari” with a reference to the type of ingredient used to fill the bread: “bondola” also known as mortadella.
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