Recently, via a Facebook status, a friend pointed out the origin of the word nostalgia. It’s apparently a compound of the Greek words nóstos meaning homecoming and álgos meaning pain. Needless to say I’ve been nóstos-álgosing all over the place since the conclusion of Seven Days of Wool. While both a week and a trend are ephemeral by nature, the nostalgia of the two continue for quite sometime.
Completing a sartorially themed week garners a certain feeling of pride. I had managed to produce seven similar, yet different outfits all revolving around one fabric: wool; each day forced to be a little more creative than the last. To date, I’ve spent a collective two weeks dressing via theme and if nothing else I’ve learned the advantageous qualities of guidelines; that is, their ability to facilitate some level of creativity.
Generally, when wondering what shirt, shoe or sweater will inspire the subsequent articles, I draw from thin air. I rarely give myself any sort of guidelines; I walk around my room, put something on and snap a selfie. Seven Days, however, has been a sort of launching pad for, if nothing else, the ease of getting dressed.
I have made it to Toronto unscathed and plaid in tact. Due to the simply fact that I have spent nearly every hour of the last week either on a plane or knee deep in denim-everything (read: packing), I haven’t been able to post nearly as much as I would have liked, or at all. Shame. But, all of that has changed. I have returned. Release the doves.
For the record: I am aware of the poor quality of these photos and I apologize in advanced. Rebuttal: my camera is somewhere over the Atlantic ocean and selftimering whilst balancing your iPhone is no easy task, my friend.
In other, more sartorially related, news – I am wearing camou. I think it’s time that camouflage, in some respects, mostly more of the awesome and less of the hunter kind, had a moment. And the clock starts here. I personally subscribe to the belief that it works as a free standing piece as well as a kickass mayering one.
I chose to pair my stealthy lad with some leather and paint the town camouflage. It’s a fairly ironic pattern when you really think about it – traditionally fashioned to hide a forest goer, but when coming to fruition on the street you stand out more than not. And I argue we should all try to stand out in a world of mostly stand-ins.
I am going to be so stealth in this week’s thrift find: camouflage button down. This handsome lad has been a long time coming – probably because it was so hard to find. Hardy har har. Har.