Fashion is such a strange thing to me.
Who determines the trends? Why do we follow suit? And how has it become such a powerful industry?
I’ve been watching episodes of Ken Burns’s “The West,” a documentary about the history of American western expansion. And at one point, a historian was talking about how back in the early 1800s, the rich people wore hats made of beaver pelts – and all of a sudden, there was a boom in beaver trapping because everyone wanted a beaver hat – that is, until silk hats took over.
I guess we’ve always been obsessed with looking “in.”
But these days, the trends are ridiculous. I browse through The Sartorialist, and find myself scratching my head, musing about what people choose to clothe themselves in. Call me boring when it comes to garb, but… for real?
Given today’s choices, I think I’d rather be wearing a beaver hat.
(And don’t even get me started on rompers.)