I keep writing here of all the other things but not mobile phones anymore... I don't know why, let's hope it's a phase! Perhaps a lot of people have come across this video via Yahoo! site but it made quite an impression on me. I have just been walking in the town dressed in brown colours, bright red raincoat finished off with grey flat sandals and a grey cotton bag with white and red letters ('Bristol' in red) - a gift from one very thoughtful friend. As it is usual there have been some people noticing it too much: let's face it I am not in London, and not even in Bristol anymore - I am in this deep provincial leafy sleepy place where the majority looks the same and treasures their plain looking outfits that hide each and every corner of their bodies. Thank goodness for the university and its students or I would get short-sighted. For very plain looking people my look sometimes is so irritating that they cannot hide it. Often I just ignore, or laugh in my mind, but occasionally it makes me feel as if I am in a cage and need to get out of here to some place more kind and more intelligent this very second.


There is a concept in this country of 'trying too hard'. It is directly linked to the concept of 'being humble' but I will not go on to discuss this now as it is not related to fashion as much as the former. I have not encountered this before arriving here. Outside the island the related concept is in Anton Chekhov's words: 'everything should be beautiful in a man: the face, clothes, the soul, and the thoughts' calling for perfectionism that is the opposite of 'trying too hard'. It is automatically assumed here that one who takes care of their appearance is somehow trying too hard versus others. Stereotypically, a sizeable majority cannot imagine that such person tries to please herself or himself only, caring little of what others might imply. I always dress in accordance with how I want to feel today or these several hours and never ever I think of impressing anybody with what I wear, simply never. This is why I find myself out of sync with others on a regular basis.

Fashion is one of the arts, and I find it makes a dull day brighter. My clothes are in harmony with what I think and what I feel, and for these reasons I like to add something out of ordinary because I am a no ordinary person. For these same reasons I wear nice underwear each and every day even if I put on outdoor hiking rags on me. I have never worn underwear to impress my men, I only try to feel good everywhere I go: my mum usually makes it a point to go through my suitcase and count it all pointing out that I am only visiting her for ten days and with no boyfriend carrying my luggage. This is really not about others. This is me, myself, and I. Whether it is bright red, low cut, too short, long, closed or open, lacy, racy, grey, green, or black. I feel this way, I like it, I wear it. Full stop. (I wish I could print the last two sentences out on a huge banner and hang it in the middle of the town!)

I don't think I will go as far as taking pictures of myself in different outfits but I've been hooked and will be checking the Mademoiselle Robot blog on a regular basis.