it's about themes.

everything has one. that's what i believe in this life.
it guides the way to dress, the way to move in a space, the way to write, the way to live. it is possible to choose what your theme is and even to change it willy nilly, at the drop of a hat. or upon discovery of said hat... perhaps best attempted with a deep breath.
sometimes your theme chooses you. i find that often with clothing. the incredible french made vintage button down that i found at a street sale up on 104th st for $5; that shirt demanded an edith piaf theme. all the way down to the over consumption of wine and appropriate life struggles. another day, the beat poet in transition, created itself less obviously. a bit of hodgepodge choosing and some stereotypical elements- but it felt right. it was the perfect theme. and i am in transition, constantly. someone asked me what the transition would be into next, and i was at a loss. that's not how it works - i don't really know what the transition will be or if it will even be pertinent to today's theme. "beat poet in transition" is kind of like the title to a work of abstract art. the themes somehow congeal upon awakening in a new day and are mostly stand alone concepts...i am particularly fond of adding years to them as well: junior editor, seventeen magazine, 1982 ; wellesley professor 1973; new yorker magazine fashion columnist 1971....and then of course the odd ball one like champagne taster, it just was nothing else.
how do other people get dressed? quite the mystery.