Lately I’ve been pondering wardrobe minimalism. It’s a preoccupation that I tend to cycle back to a few times a year, a space where aesthetics, identity and ideas about ethical living intersect. Last night, as my head was hitting the pillow, I decided that the key to outfitting oneself is really very simple:
Wear what you love. Wear the things you already have and love. Wear them on repeat.
That’s all there is to it.
When I peruse style blogs, magazines and Instagram accounts, it seems as if everyone is trying to sell a how-to in the form of a book, printable PDF workbook or online course. Now, I don’t have a problem with making a living from creative endeavours. But I feel like problematising the act of getting dressed so a solution can be sold reeks of privilege and makes the anxious, narcissistic drum of late capitalism beat faster and faster.
Wardrobe minimalism is not about winnowing your wardrobe down to X number of items or giving everything away to the op shop and setting off to find the perfect uniform. It’s about avoiding cheap, exploitative clothing that is destined for landfill.
So let’s tread lightly. We buy a few things of the very best quality we can afford. And we steer clear of triggers that make us think that who we are and what we have isn’t enough.