Maybe controversy, episode 3
I am not a fashionista.
I don’t want to think about the clothes I wear every day as much as possible, and to begin with, I have limited space in my closet to store all kinds of things.
After all, I am truly relieved that the word Fashion does not contain an arrow connecting A to z like the Amazon logo.
First, invisible clothing, such as underwear, should fit the skin.
I prefer to wear highly functional underwear such as UNIQLO’s Air Rhythm and Gunze’s Seek.
I don’t have to think about anything but size, and their drawers are lined with the same underwear, like stormtroopers.
They are not clones, of course, even though they are the same. They are human beings deployed after rigorous training.
It’s about time for some of you to get your thoughts confused, so let’s jump to hyperspace and get back to underwear.
As for the harsh comments from the fashionable chiefs, such as “The combination makes the innerwear transparent” and “It is tacky to see the innerwear from the neck,” I accept them as universal points of view.
However, unless the wearer has set the gamma curve in Photoshop to an extreme setting, it might be “see through if you look closely” or “you might be able to see a little of the inner lining through the collar.
I apologize in advance, but I don’t want to get involved in the might-maybe controversy, so I have a skin-colored space trooper in my closet that is inconspicuous from the outside.
If you’ve noticed the trooper mistake, you’re quite the Star-Wars geek and you won’t miss the hyphen between the stars and the war.
I don’t care what other people think
To all the believers who may be “in the public eye.” The truth is, people are not looking at you as much as you think they are.
In the real world, we don’t go out in transparent clothing like the Emperor’s New Clothes, and even if we did accidentally go out, we wouldn’t have to worry about being caught by the new cops in Disney’s animated show Zootopia, as long as the extent of our concern is the human eye.
Naturally, people around me don’t care a whit about me, so I put on my usual innerwear, an appropriate top, and its opposite, a bottom, and go out shopping.
If I had chosen outerwear instead of a top, I probably would have been arrested by Judy Hopps because I was not wearing pants. I am so glad that one choice of words could have saved me from a public indecency charge.
When the new coronavirus infection was spreading, mask police were deployed in every town to condemn anyone not wearing a mask, regardless of location.
In neighboring countries, some extreme polices appeared, like nails on a door, and their appearance was as powerful as the death troopers who overpowered the insurgents in an instant.
Since some of you may not be interested, let me stop here to introduce the bucket-headed trooper.
In a once popular Japanese TV shows segment of “Hirunandasu,” fashion producer Koji Uematsu checked the outfits of shoppers enjoying shopping and rated them on four levels: popular, a little bit popular, a little bit ugly, and ugly.
It seems that no one should bother to evaluate meddling when no one asked for it, but I guess it didn’t matter so much because along with the advice, they were giving away fashion goods.
Fashion is harmony
As you look at the full-length mirror and ask yourself, “Am I ugly today?” Such thoughts will not change the contents of your closet.
If it had been right, you would not have bought the red scarf you wears around the neck on sale at Macy’s.
Even if you go outside, it is unlikely that you will meet the pink stick wielding fashion police. It is an extremely difficult task.
To put the encounter probability in plain English, it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. You don’t even have to know the point less act of looking for a needle in a haystack.
I would like to ask. If you are not a businessman who follows the iron law, why are you so attached to other people’s opinions?
Isn’t it enough that fashion is something you feel suits you, not others?
When flattery and sales talk are combined to an extremely high degree, you will encounter “that outfit looks great on you“.
There is no denying that there are people who are pushed by the clerk’s cues, which can be developed from years of training.
However, except for the last letter of flattery, up to about the third letter from the front, you had to decide for yourself whether it would suit you or not, and whether you wanted to buy it.
I am sure I will hear people say, “Do as you please,” but I would like to shamelessly write about the culture shock I received when I bought a down in my travels.
Since tight fitting clothing was all the rage at the time, I abandoned myself and tried on a size that was obviously a size smaller.
I still remember being a little nervous that the staff, fearing that the items would be stolen as they were, were waiting outside the fitting room for security purposes as well.
When I came out of the fitting room to look in the mirror, Gabriel, the Frenchman, saw me with a tight finish and said, “Put!”
I was expecting a high pitched shout of a chorus at the moment of leaving the curtain or not, but lo and behold, he silently brought in one size larger.
Maybe it was Louise, but I was too shy to remember his name.
A national character that clearly asserted itself did not beat the drum between flattery and sales talk.
He corrected me, the Emperor’s New Clothes, on the fringes of the gibberish and silence of a Parisian apparel store that was not even a Florentine workshop.
To suit is to harmonize.
Leon in Paris showed me that my fashions would not blend in with the city without a pink stick.
Environmental protection is an important theme of the SDGs; I don’t know if it’s one of the 17, but I’d like to become a man who can pull off wearing tight down jackets.
