Rule breaker: The Fashion Rebellion of Mixing Patterns

In the ever-evolving world of fashion, breaking the sartorial rules that were once set in stone is the theme of the decade.

The audacious act of mixing fabric patterns is one of my favorite rule breakers.

Not too long ago, the fashion police were on high alert, ready to issue citations for anyone daring to clash stripes with squares and polka dots. Today you'll find cosmopolitan streets filled with a riot of colors, textures, and prints that creatively collide in a celebration of fashion freedom.

It's not just about being unique; it's about breaking free from the constraints of fashion norm, symbolic for a society feeling constantly surveyed, handled, controlled be it by politicians or algorithms. Both don’t listen. Both don’t answer.

The taste of not being powerless is of undeniable gorgeousness. Mixing patterns allows us the satisfaction of being bad, acting reckless without hurting anybody; it's a deliberate rebellion against obedience and conformity. It is, yes indeed, a woke thing that can wake us up to more woke things.

You look at your well stocked maybe even color or occasion coordinated wardrobe and feel that you have nothing to wear. You yawn, you’re bored, even with those expensive designers. And then you grab a couple pants, tops, dresses, a jacket or two from those different sections, summer or winter who cares, and hey, the chaos of the pile of clothes on your king size bed is exiting.

The juxtaposition of stripes, florals, plaids, and geometrics makes your head spin and rebellion rushes through your fashionista veins.

“I shall be me,” you exclaim shaken by your rules crushing epiphany, while layering the once-forbidden into vibrant art that reflects your mood of the day and turns into your message. You just became part of the outcry for equal rights of edgy and elegant, frilly and Zen, thrifty and classy. In the bigger picture you’re asking for acceptance, diversity and inclusion.

A creative chaos of pattern and colors is symbolic for our not harmonious, not matching society. Other than society the contrasting pieces you are wearing work enormously well together in its rule breaking unity of no-go goes.

It is style from the people for the people not dictated or suggested from above. You smile at the mismatched soul sister in the cafe. You comment with hearts and kisses on posts of like minded women on your social media feeds. Most of us have messy feelings and are broken on some level; when we Kintsugi our outfits we turn what is shattered into a new, never seen before beauty.

Mixing patterns says life is unpredictable and that’s okay. We are open to surprises which is a power in itself.

Imagine my surprised giggle watching style hawks jump into the dangerously uncontrolled trend, eagerly creating “how to” blogs and posts, wrapping the unruly into rules. Yes, you can mismatch but only if…..

Fashion psychology says, when we get stuck in a rut we have to let go of the old ways to remove our obstacles and see new possibilities. Break what confines you and celebrate authenticity.

So. The next time you're bored with your wardrobe, “sit in it”, not the wardrobe but your feelings and explore what you really want; a sartorial statement of who you are right now.

The fashion rebellion of mixing patterns is a reminder that our choices extend beyond the clothes we wear – they are a reflection of our desire for freedom, our refusal to be confined, and our commitment to embracing the beautiful messiness of individuality.

Go ahead, mix those patterns with pride and a giggle. Let your fashion rebellion be your cape of freedom in a world that might not be ready for an artfully random you.

“We can all be royal.” Puff sleeve philosophy

Imagine this scene: You walk through the busy restaurant to meet a friend for lunch. People smile at you, nod hello or even say hi. What is happening? You’re not a celeb…? Then you see yourself in the window confidently wearing your theatrical puff sleeves.

Puff sleeves are magical.

When Bridgerton filled our romantic hearts and GenZ created #royalcore, mostly younger women or advanced style divas experimented with theatrical styles of the past, from Renaissance to Regency. In those days it wasn’t so much about wearing your heart but your status on your sleeves. The puffier your arms were wrapped and the more intense the adornments, the richer the wearer was. Kings and Queens wore mighty examples, stuffed with fabric or sliced between the jewels to show other precious layers of fabric underneath. After proving their superiority to their satisfaction, royals rewarded selected aristocrats by allowing to copy them before the new styles sank down below to the less worthy.

French designer Jaquemus adorned several of his ethereal designs with detachable sleeves in his Fall 2023 Ready-to-Wear Collection. Guests watched them from boats, gliding by on the red runway with the palace of Versailles as their backdrop. The message?

“We can all be royal.”

Theatrical sleeves for the masses is like holding the flag for everyday rebellion. Posh transforms to power; landing in TikTok, the once snobby appeal of eccentric arm wraps vanished.

More than that; it points to the absurdity that people with so called royal blood have privileges over commoners, that even styles were given to the lower levels like the crumbs from their luscious buffets. The first kings were made by people or appointed by themselves as rulers of large territories their tribe owned or conquered. Being in power became hereditary and “genetic” because people made it so. A royal “bloodline” is a rather funny invention when we think back to the yelling and screaming of drunk tribes nominating their first king. And blood curling when we imagine the brutality of warriors conquering lands. An example a leader who became king is Clovis I – a German tribal leader who established the Kingdom of France in 481.

One is not born, but rather becomes royal.

The value of “We can all be royal,” lies in what it imbued in the true sense of royal, in educated, enlightened, beneficiary aristocratic behavior. History shows that royals had more vices than virtues but what was attributed to or better desired from them was morality, altruism, honesty, self knowledge, compassion and foresight, qualities that would truly lift their bearer above the crowd.

Imagine these qualities imbued in our royal core outfits and in this case, in ruffled, pleated or adorned puff sleeves.

Puff sleeves are full of suggestions of how to become royal.

Puff sleeves rise us above the standard of daily wear. Their boldness says that we are entitled to be grand in a new way; we turn the not so noble entitlement of the past into personal affirmations.

With royally puffed sleeves, we are invited to loosen up in playful decadence, or rebel against the normal. Feeling our attraction or resistance to their extravagance can tell us a lot about our selves.

It is what we wear but most importantly why and how we wear it that gives life to fashion.


Wear puff sleeves knowing their history.

We can turn “vain” trends into value and give our content a little depth when we understand where they come from and what they mean right now.

Puff sleeves date back to the Renaissance period of Europe, from the 14th to the 17th century and were literally royal; for the longest time only men and women of high standing were allowed to wear it.

The opulence that best describes the fashion of this fascinating time in which art, music and literature bloomed, encompassed the entire physical person; adornments enhanced every inch from pearls in artfully braided hair to the satin garnish on slip ons. Life at court tickled all senses from perfumes to song, innovative designs and even new thought.

Whereas Henry the VIII spent over 3 million for his pompous outfits per year and Elizabeth I over 1 million, the middle class created second hand stores as they had to sell their fancy robes to afford the newest must wear trend.

I love the words describing fashion of this time:

bombasting — stuffing for men’s trunk hose and peascod belly, and both sexes leg-of-mutton sleeves

slashing and puffing — slits cut in a garment with fabric from the undergarment pulled through to form puffs. The many layers showed again that the wearer was abundantly rich.

Sleeves styles

Leg of mutton - puffed at the top it tapers gradually to tuck in closely at the wrist

Juliette - a long, tight sleeve with a puff at the top

Virago - gathered into 2 - 5 puffs by ribbon or fabric bands

Bishop - a long sleeve, fuller at the bottom than the top, and gathered into a cuff

Finestrella sleeves – a voluminous sleeve with two layers of fabric, the outer fabric has horizontal slits through which you can see the fabric layer under it

Juliet sleeve, named after Shakespeare’s heroine in “Romeo and Juliet” features a large puff near the shoulder that narrows for the rest of the arm’s length.

I am a fan of adding slim sleeves to my outfits since the 90s, which started with my knitted wrist warmers as a teenager in the 70s. That the Renaissance fancied those detachable sleeves, makes me want to believe in reincarnation and wear the puffy versions.

Puff sleeves for fall 2023

At the Jaquemus runway his guests felt the past glory and decadence of Versailles while amazing fashion creations lifted their senses and inspired their daily lives.

“That’s the Jacquemus magic trick—no matter how big, how far, or how spectacular, it somehow always feels within reach,” said CEO Bastien Daguzan

We make life sustainable by upcycling your outfits, adding sleeves to boring old tops we proudly wear again, or even making puff sleeves out of fabrics from dresses and jackets we don’t like anymore. We allow fluffy fabrics to lift us out of our boxes and into adventures.

The magic of modern royalty is fulfilling one's (trendy) duties with integrity.

Wearing royal virtues on our sleeves; that’s puff sleeve philosophy.

Where to buy

Etsy’s creative sleeve versions

“I dress for myself. Not for the image, not for the public, not for the fashion, not for men.” Step into Marlene Dietrich.

“I dress for myself. Not for the image, not for the public, not for the fashion, not for men.” Marlene Dietrich, androgynous rebel, evil diva, femme fatale and fashion goddess loved to rattle the mindset of her time with self assured big statements.

Phenomenally glamorous, the German born, American by choice actress and singer(1901 - 1992) whose career lasted over 50 years, was devoted to the art she created; herself.

Even when she crushed with the same childlike enthusiasm on pretty flowers and butterflies as on beautiful women and men or exquisite fashion, she never doted on anything else but the creation of the woman she adored most, Dietrich.

She was adored by millions, criticized by many, loathed by some and mocked by a few for her obsession with applause. Her competition Judy Garland had some bitchy things to say.

What better person to step into and learn about ourselves in a time of social media’s infatuation with fame and fortune, where everything you do it reaching for likes no matter how earnest your message? Where we dance, sing, take off most of our clothes, create rebellious, funny, artistic or preachy content clips yearning for attention? Where we don’t do a Judy Garland because #womensupportingwomen is our top hashtag.

But what’s behind the facade? Have we really become judgment free little angels?

The Dare

Will you dare to step into Dietrich’s shoes and feel a plethora of bitter beautiful traits? Dare to own your judgments, to discover your inner diva, narcissistic tendencies, your egos’s desire for fame and fortune, your soul’s yearning for independence, your true feelings about sex and sensuality? Will you discover an insecure inner girl who shops the latest trends because of FOMO?

Foreshadowing hashtags #uncompromising & #unapologetic, Marlene offers an explosive range of bold character traits and talents that can change your life if you try on her vibe. When you feel her attitude on your skin or in your imagination, you will shiver with disgust or desire, rejection or envy.

The Rebel

“The only way to succeed is to make people hate you.”

Josef von Sternberg, movie director

One of the many tips we get from social media gurus is to be controversial to attract interaction. Dietrich was that and so much more - starting a hundred years ago.

She was loud and in your face; openly bi sexual, sensually androgynous, unapologetically conquering women and men alike like collecting jewels for her crown. She wore pant suits for women’s liberation and tirelessly entertained the American troops against the Nazis in WWII. In boots in the dirt, in heels on stage or in their beds.

Beauty

Marlene’s face did not fit into the beauty ideals of her time but she set her naturally dramatic features with strong cheek bones and eternally sleepy eyelids into the perfect light, turning them into stardom.

Her dark voice with a range of a mere one-and-a-half-octaves, was not that of a great singer. However, she made up for her technical limitations through inventive phrasing creating intriguing speech songs.

She turned what she was available to her into power.

Over 50 she invented creative solutions, perfect influencer hacks, to freeze her ageless appearance. Her make up artist twisted tiny strands of her hair around hairpins which were then pulled fiercely tight and fixed further back onto her head - sometimes with such determination they would draw blood. Years later it was sold as the Croydon facelift. Dietrich was also one of the first to use surgical tape to pull back the skin on her face, hiding the tape in her hairline or under a wig and also used it when wearing strapless gowns in lieu of a bra. She wore early spanks; a rubber suit under her dresses. Later she ran a fine gold chain under her chin and behind her ears to off sagging skin.

Fashion

Like a being from the future she innovated trailblazing fashion, wearing partially transparent and cut out dresses fit for today. A rebel since childhood being a provocation came natural to her; she also wore masculine three-piece suits to create a look that revolutionized and redefined women's fashion. During the 1930s and along with Katharine Hepburn she helped to make pants acceptable for women to wear. But other than Hepburn, Marlene even exuded her the aura of feminine temptress in her suits and androgynous outfits.

She demanded and was given meticulous attention by famous costume designer Travis Banton with whom she collaborated with endless hand written notes to manifest her vision of excellence.

Her shows with extraordinary costumes, lighting and movement were the frames of her self creation.

The woman who filled her chest of self worth with numerous sex conquests had one deeply passionate relationship; her theatrical wardrobe, the sartorial wonders she created and in turn fashioned the art that was Marlene Dietrich.

Femme Fatale

Like the designer, her husband, her daughter, the movie director Josef von Sternberg who co created her and her fame with the movie The Blue Angel, could resist serving her needs. Many suffered under her seemingly heartless seduction spells.

Otherwise tough Director von Sternberg was hopelessly in thrall to Dietrich. Swedish-American actress Greta Garbo’s affair with Marlene was so painful that Garbo refused to acknowledge her ex lover’s existence for the rest of her life. One could ascertain that Marlene just had to own and then stab Greta Garbo’s heart because it was Greta and not her who was declared the most beautiful woman of her time. Her daughter Maria Riva revealed her narcissism in Marlene, a biographical tale of her mother’s vices and a few virtues.

“You cannot judge Dietrich in a set of normal parameters,” her daughter Maria Riva said in an interview with Diane Sawyer. The bitter sweet, smiling sarcasm of a daughter who served her mother’s career since we was a little girl, let us feel how the need of Marlene’s immaculate self treated the people around her. Just because.

For a narcissist other people’s emotions become marginal. Vanity eliminates insight. When we step away from ourselves into the role we play, we reduce our soul to a voiceless observer.

Sexuality

“In Europe, it doesn’t matter if you’re a man or a woman. We make love with anyone we find attractive,” she once declared.

Educated like famous courtesans of the past, Marlene collected men and women like trophies, conquering a new one every few weeks or month. Nobody could resist her sensual femininity with its mysterious androgynous aura. Her lovers included Errol Flynn, George Bernard Shaw, John F. Kennedy, Joe Kennedy, Dolores del Rio, Mercedes de Acosta, Michael Todd, Michael Wilding, John Wayne, Kirk Douglas, and Frank Sinatra, Edith Piaf, Greta Garbo, and Erich Maria Remarque.

Her daughter let us know that Marlene did not even like sex, just owning whatever crush she was on.

Aging

She was sensual with 70.

Compassion wasn’t part of Marlene’s virtues, not with others nor with herself; when her beauty faded she imprisoned herself in her Parisian apartment for over decade, popping pills and slurping booze escaping into her 2000 books. Some speculate that her death was suicide.

Several reports analyzed that over 40% of over 45 year old often feel lonely and disconnected, which is a serious health risk. Hating our physique often is a part of it.

The revolutionary virtue she can reawaken in us is a reaction to her darkness and bitter demise; to forgive our bodies for aging. To add actions to our compassion we help our bodies to stay fit instead of giving up. Another powerful step it to actively support movements that creates new beauty ideals.

Branding myself as the Ageless Rebel in 2017 was a step against our society’s ageism and my fear of getting old. But in 2023 I caught myself avoiding meetings and social events because I hated my wrinkles. Women who are over 60 and 70 now and didn’t have Botox or facelifts have them, there’s no way around them no matter how healthy we live.

To me, loving my imperfect body and wrinkled skin and them outside no matter what, has never been so demanding - and real. Fighting against ageism and for a new perception of beauty is an important chapter in my life and I’m good at it. Fighting wrinkles though is unsuccessful if we don’t first accept what is. From that solid ground we can turn our self deprecation into a creative journey and possible renewal.

The next time you hate on your mirror image for whatever reason, remember Marlene’s last photo before she died, drugged and alone; her face hidden, covered by a white paste like a death mask.

Then you say “I love you” to your face and might mean it.

Lessons Marlene teaches us

She is an inspiration

  • to turn our features, loved or not loved, into confident art

  • co create our own unique style against the demands of our time

  • keep our bodies in shape against the expectations of what old should look like

  • be confident to do whatever we need to make us feel like the art we are

  • discover our deepest fears and hidden yearning, from aging to beauty and sex or the meaning of life

  • to speak our truth and act on it

  • dig deeper into our judgments and desires with the goal to become aware and mold ourselves achieving our greatest potential

She is a warning

Marlene had it all but lacked self awareness. She is a warning not to let vanity overcome us. To paraphrase Vivienne Westwood, “The beauty of a woman lies in her awareness.”

Coming back from my journey into Marlene I feel a similar fear of not being on the level of my own standards. How often did I wish I could just drown my insecurities in a couple Tequilas? I don’t because I am committed to healthy longevity. Thanks, Marlene, your pasty white face shocked me back into the bravery to be on the stage of life, wrinkles or not. Better, because of my wrinkles turning like Marlene what I am given into powerful beauty.

Marlene baffles me with her unflinching sexuality, a subject I still am at odds with, and made me huff at the manipulative diva of my past, who I have to forgive to move on to greatness. She supports my need to tell my truth as much as my fearless theatrics and silly crushes on beautiful designs.

Funny enough I was so in character that her perfectionism enwrapped me, asking me to polish my Marlene reel and blog again and again. It took me three weeks instead of 3 hours to create a reel and three days to write a blog.

I am so grateful that I always asked questions and questioned my why.

If oblivion is blissful sunshine then awareness is a passionate storm.

Screen siren, rebel, evil diva, femme fatale and trendsetting fashion goddess Marlene Dietrich, who collected fame, fortune and lovers with naturally frosty calculation is a lightning mirror.

Who said, if it isn’t hard it isn’t worth it?

Dare to step into Dietrich.

Step into other women's shoes, it's style blowing.

Walking in orange over knee vinyl boots through comfy, relaxed and grunge gray Seattle? It’s an experience of personal power. It took Frida Kahlo to make me dare.

Most people know who Frida is; the artist who created amazing work against the chronic pain of a broken back she suffered in an accident. She turned pain into passionate beauty, even turning her stiff corset into works of art. She hid her damaged leg under huge mostly hand crafted traditional Mexican skirts, honoring the culture she loved deeply.

Her paintings, poetic and rebellious writing as much as her art told the story of her feelings. Sometimes pain is smashed into our faces creating our hearts to raise in shock, other times its passionate longing and celebration of nature; and always beautiful.

Frida was art herself; her designs and colors wrote her story and uplifted thousands.

Stepping into other womens’ shoes or in this case outfits, means feeling their energy and letting it touch our skin and hearts. We can buy all kinds of fashion items with Frida’s face on it ; that’s what fans do. To learn from her goes deeper.

I adorned a lace corset with Frida’s love for flowers and revolution. In it and a wide plisse skirt I felt the joy of both enter my heart; my love for art and nature as much as my feminist passion and rebellious soul.

But there was more.

What would you like to tell me, Frida?

Waving a wand of wisdom over my body, my little pains and complains crumbled facing her reality; she found creative joy and beauty even after life served her with a broken back and never-ending pain.

What was my stress about? My anxiety and pain?

I was still the kid who talked so fast that words summersaulted over each other for fear that my parents weren’t interested in my stories. I was the girl who tried to be a boy so that I would be loved. I am the woman whistling in the basement of aging because I don’t want to be afraid of it. I am the rebel because underneath the attempts of pleasing is the disappointment and anger that I don’t feel good enough as me.

If you need to let go of fears step into Frida.

She tells us to stop looking for acceptance, stop needing to prove our worth, stop pleasing, teaching, preaching. When we align with our true passion and talent, maybe even our purpose, turning our message up or down for effect fades in the truth of self expression.

Feeling her style on my skin told me that seeing things differently might not resonate with everybody but is an enrichment for others.

Hiding misery… broken back = corset. Amputated leg peg leg - big arty skirts

Frida’s emotional art, especially the uncensored, raw sketches in her diary are personal messages like street art was and is at its best. Like her and Diego Rivera, her rebellious muralist husband, I tell stories with my art; my outfits are ephemeral expressions of moods, feelings, history, psychology or visions. Streetart tells stories, I tell stories with what I wear. Not only that, she inspired me to review my street art photography of the last decade. I found myself amazed by the perspectives I captured; my work is worth an exhibition.

If you need self assurance step into Frida.

Frida gave me the vibrant, unapologetic colors I needed, literally and metaphorically.

Frida is a soul sister.

Who do you feel attracted to? She is worth exploring.

Lazy denim? Wait a minute!

Wearing denim these days, some psychologists analyze, is a way out for lazy people.

I get it, I thought, I don’t like denim much.

The psychologists’ assessment says when we don’t have any energy, style becomes irrelevant. In blah mode we pull up yesterday’s jeans, fish a tee from the laundry basket and drag our sneaker clad feet to hang over the nearest sofa. Jeans often are the quick, automatic choice; boy friend jeans combined with booties and blazers bring us safely to the day job, the parent conference, the mall… With their tough, sturdy and simplistic boyish charm those leg covers are no-nonsense practical tools.

As the utilitarian piece of clothing, denim jeans were, with a few exceptions, too boring for me. In the 70s when everybody I knew was wearing them, I preferred purple velvet jeans and vintage dresses.

Recently a wild and wonderfully adorned corset from Akira sparked my fantasy and creativity. I dug out an unloved bib denim overall, took it apart and made it into a pair of jeans. Together with a ripped jeans jacket which I cropped, they would become a bling denim trio.

Corset by Akira. Jacket and ten year old pants, a former bib overall, upcycled by me.

Tough denim and flirty, frilly bling makes a creative contrast.

Hands on upcycling is like meditation; we feel the fabric, the colors and while dismantling the style, the outfits begin to talk. Working on my wearable art, I was reminded of how complex denim really is. Before poor people clothes and worn out sneakers were declared fashion by Balenciaga in 2021, farmers and industrial workers in the late 1800 until mid 1900s, wore their denim to shreds. Fashion would look at the fabric only after GI’s imported them to Europe and denim-clad Western actors and actresses such as John Wayne and Ginger Rogers made them a world wide clothing phenomenon. Denim was romanticized as symbol for the wild and brave cowboy life.

The fabric was invented by weavers in Nimes, France but never became a “French thing.” Together with chewing gum they stood for American culture. James Dean in “Rebel Without a Cause” turned them into a liberal piece of clothing, evolving into a sexy counter culture piece of the 60s. Adorned with painted images, appliques, and patches they became anti-establishment, a sign of solidarity with the working class who wore them first. The holes, stains, rips and patches of their worn-to-their-deaths origins, now intentionally applied, were the safety pin adoring punk movement’s finger to the main stream. Think Vivienne Westwood and Sex Pistols of the 70s; free spirited outcasts, badass dissidents who made fashion an in-you-face political statement.

Street styles are always copied by high-end designers; their acid wash, stone wash, pre-ripped, pre-shredded high end jeans went up into price categories regular people couldn’t afford. In contrast to styled celeb jeans their true rebel vibe was kept alive in the anti fashion grunge movement unfolding of the Pacific Northwest and especially Seattle where I live now. Even before the arty denim corset changed my mind about denim, I had stepped into a pair of jeans after years of ignoring them. Let’s say it’s the morphic fields of tough love grunge outfits.

When my foot got caught in a large tear of my pants, a photo on the beach of the Algarve, Portugal came to mind. A cross pendent on a vest over baggy jeans, I look so happily aligned with my outfit and environment. It was the 90s and I had borrowed the jeans from my Santa Fe lover who I had to leave behind to do business in Europe. They were torn and hung with over sized beauty on my hips. I never saw my man again but I would love to still have those vintage 501 Redline Levi's with the gorgeous button fly, which unfortunately landed in the break up bin.

I loved them because they made me feel free; sexy and rebellious in that loose fitting Rebel Barbie vibe.

What makes “regular” denim revolutionary today is the upcycle trend. They are waiting in many rows in thrift and second hand stores for our creative ideas that lift them from normal to unique, from 20 bucks to priceless uniqueness.

I believe in elevating regular things to art by adding our time and attention to them; sew pearls on pockets and seams, apply patches and pearls, crystals and chains. Cut them into pieces and patch them together in new ways or leave cool cut outs….

Denim asks for being adorned and played with.

There’s nothing lazy about denim.

Rebel with BarbieCore or Relax in MenoCore, what's a midlife woman supposed to do?

I just fell off the office chair.

I stared at blog by a midlife woman asking Mattel to create a Midlife Barbie for a couple good reasons like “Instead of playing make-believe with a fresh-faced know-nothing, why not introduce our kids to a Barbie who reflects both our lives and their future?” the blogger asks. Nice.

But then she continued with her design idea:

“Boomer Barbie would be shorter and plumper than original Barbie, and would come with at least one ailment (bad knees, a bad back, cataracts, etc.) to kvetch about with the other Boomer Barbies. (The deluxe model has genuine hot flashes!) And all of them would talk, saying things like  “Where did I put my glasses?” “I’d love a cup of green tea.”  “Is it hot in here?” And the couples go like this: “Silver Fox Barbie and Slightly Balding Ken have a Dream House with a paid-off mortgage, fat 401(k)s,  a Viagra prescription and matching Medicare cards….”

That’s not telling our grand children that “there’s more to life.” It’s telling them that growing up means growing down into ailments and insanity.

It’s supposed to be funny I know, but self deprecation is counter productive. Her Barbie vision cements an outmoded view of old. We are a new generation of fabulous, fit, fun and relevant explosions of life, that’s what shall be promoted. Social media imagery either holds us in chains or brings society forward. I opt for forward.

Self deprecation in midlife is a knife into the heart of true confidence.

Many childhood dolls are created as representatives of children to teach them important skills. By taking care of a doll, they learn how to take care of one another, be responsible, have empathy and compassion. Communicating with them via role playing, kids acts out their dreams and fears, even their traumas. I saw a kid beating up his doll on the play ground, screaming at it not to lie...

Looking at the psychology of it perhaps the above described “normally” challenged middle aged doll is good for kids to act out how much they do not want to become like them.

I painted my dolls with nail polish making them look grotesque; I hated them with all my six-year young heart. To me they were revoltingly pretty, with sugary smiles, pink cheeks and properly ironed outfits. I wanted revenge on the curly haired angelic monsters because I didn’t want to be the typical girl as in “you are just a girl.” Silly, weak and wrapped in cotton candy? I wanted to climb trees and be loud and dirty like a boy. I hated pink and didn’t play with Barbies.

But when young minds do…. do they act out their dreams and fears, even their traumas playing with Barbie? Is “taking care” of a Barbie doll perhaps the opposite of having empathy and compassion by suffering under body issues and perfection nightmares? Do they get a cool sense of design or is it all manipulation to grow into the sexy woman, no matter what color the skin or size of the body?

Barbie dolls make it obvious that dolls are often manipulative and demanding. Their normative presentation of what desirable beauty is has screwed over generations of girls. Even female action figures with sword and daggers are super hot, big boobed sex symbols.

Barbie’s core is cuteness.

Barbie’s core is sexy cuteness, whatever she wears, be it rebel, librarian or queen style, it’s cute.

And here comes Barbie’s revenge.

For us midlife women she can be revolutionary because old women aren’t supposed to be cute. When we barbie up we disrupt the “over the hill” rule by re-appropriating sexy, for us, for our own smiles not to catch a guy.

When we are cute in midlife, society is shaken in its old fashioned galoshes.

Are you in MenoCore right now, the Diane Keaton inspired aesthetic of a middle-aged woman on a low-key beach vacation? Comfy slightly baggy linen, maybe a bucket hat, cozy knits, everything super flowy?

“Picture a 50-something-year-old woman who doesn’t care what other people think and just wants to be supremely comfortable,” say the Millennial in 2018 when MenoCore was born. NormCore and MenoCore are certainly and sarcastically trendy-cool on women under 30.

Billowy pants sporting elasticized waist bands, head-to-toe ecru, loose tops with bold prints, clunky sandals or sneakers, ponytails secured with scrunchies?

MenoCore spans a spectrum that reaches from white linen, rolled-up khaki pant cuffs, life-on-the-beach vibe following Diane Keaton, Whoopi Goldberg and Lauren Hutton to the more dramatic tropical or clashing print, massive jumble of gold and sentimental necklaces and silky kaftan-wearing vibe and advantage age idols like Miucci Prada. (73)

When we are pre, post or full in meno, the social media proposed options are advantaged age theatrical riches hiding frail bodies or baggy robes to comfortably adjust to extra weight. Why hide anything? The only way to find true confidence and create a solid ground for change is to stand up for the situation in which we find ourselves.

Hot flashes and sassy clothes work in any style when the fabric is light and breathable or we expose our skin. Not wanting to show curves or skin because of the added pounds? Wearing mesh tops underneath makes corsets, crop tops or mini skirts workable.

Don’t loose weight because society forces you to with fat shaming. Loose weight for yourself because it contributes to your healthy longevity. Everything that’s forced won’t work. That’s one of the reasons so many diets fail. To make it work is to be clear about our WHY.

The same with outfits; if you truly desire to wear body con for your own esthetic sake you should and the happier you are the more the pounds drop.

Mindset and attitude are important ingredients of any goal.

When shoulders squeal in pain when trying to put up that zipper in the back of a pencil dress we might be more consistent with taking our Curcumin supplements. What I’m saying here is; if we want to make a point of being alive and sassy, visible and relevant, outfits matter, even guide us to our “better selves” inside and out. Sartorial tricks to lift us into confidence are plenty.

Barbie up, sass out, rebel against ageism your way.

Barbie hurts the self image of under 30 women but she is transformed to a rebel when adapted in midlife.

MenoCore allows young women to feel grown up ease, calm and confidence in a chaotic world but it cements the traditional old woman look of those over 50 and diminishes our power in midlife.

I opt for giving young girls a new make belief; a midlife Barbie doll should present an edgy elegant, sensual woman in the best chapter of her life.

She should say that we aren’t all super model material but we can train our bodies to be fit, strong and flexible. We create a future vision of a new generation of self loving women that makes all of us feel the amazing potentials women have no matter what age.

A sexy midlife Barbie is revolutionary

A sexy midlife Barbie is an action figure; revolutionary because “old” women, meaning those of us who are not not capable of pro creation anymore, are not supposed to look desirable; a medieval road of thought that is still taken in mass culture. Her weapons are the jewels of self love and the sword of No.

A sexy midlife woman isn’t a cougar hunting men to make her happy. She is self reliant, sophisticated, knowledgeable and loaded with deeper knowing. She wears her outfits with awareness and self love. Midlife Barbie then would represent a rebel with a cause; she wants aging to be a high road into fulfillment not a slide into sickness and death. Grandma Barbie is a powerful centenarian CEO, adventurer or star of her own making, who might take a tiny break in an arm chair baby sitting.

Baudelaire said that kids destroy their toys to find their soul. We deconstruct Barbie and with it the outmoded expectations of “old.” We rebuild her in us as the most amazing role models.

We can gradually train society to extend their tight norms of what beauty is.

It needs rebellion to shake up old mindsets

Fashion to the core!! Why CORE is so much more love-worthy than CHIC or STYLE.

#CourtesanCore

Courtesan in training

What is a fashion CORE?

Core is a style, a trend and so much more. Fashion cores are fast, mood driven, eccentric, theatrically real and based on the entire being; they are SOUL CORE. They can be dopamine dressing as much as dystopia doomed.

When you find your core, the expression of your truest self or exquisitely authentic moment, you might be so enamored that you never leave it again. Or you descend into all of them all like me and unleash the multi dimensional being you might be.

Fashion as a feeling started a couple years back when I coined the phrase, “I wear my soul on my sleeves.” I showed that “outfits talk” and how they talk to us. Sartorial is my fifth language. It took me three years to be fluent in it. If you like to learn it follow me on Instagram. Because you’re worth it: when we communicate with forms, fabrics and colors and listen to their history, fashion gains a depths that can be life altering. Imagine you step into #CourtesanCore and your deepest desires awaken?

The fabric of the universe is literally in the smallest objects and the vainest decor.

That Gen Z is an integral part of micro-cores’ popularity shows how generations evolve, at least right now it seems that GenZ is intuitively smarter, and more present and real as most of us Boomers or the nearly forgotten “middle child” generation of GenX ever were. GenZ is shaken by the apparent signs of global doom, they dance on the vulcano while trying to calm it down.

Cores appear in many different shapes like mushrooms after a warm summer rain; mysterious, eccentric, tasty or poisonous, they can give you delusions of grandeur or visions of truth.

Normcore, Barbiecore, Cottage, Royal, Angel or Villaincore and countless more, are aesthetics, not just costumes, they tell our story from our shoe laces to our dark roots. When stepping into a core of our desire we play them out as holistic as they are. We create a Gesamtkunstwerk; from the color of our pedicure to the meaningfully messy or stylishly slick hair.

I had magical moments when I was driving through LA to shoot an outfit and its expression guided me to the perfect backdrop, matching colors and vibe.

Styles are often created by designers, brand and society, we adapt to them as something outside of us. Cores connect, as the word so clearly states, our inside with the outside.

To me they are, even when only fleeting scenes in world wide fashion inaugurations, wondrous creations of body, mind, spirit and soul and the fantastic materials that make them seen.

Come back next week as I am styling the cores you might feel feel connected to.

Women in cargo pants

Hooyah….

Because cargo pants, well, they're tricky.

Not too long ago middle-aged men gave cargo pants a bad name, remember cargo shorts?

To add pain to insult, cargos were associated with tacky tourist dressing or the good taste/bad taste aesthetic of the noughties.

Historically they vibe war. Their earliest iteration was drawn up in the headquarters of the British War Office back in the 1930s, then reinvented for U.S. Army's airborne forces. The World War II-era uniforms for paratroopers who needed secure storage when jumping out of planes, got oversized bellow pockets added onto the side of each leg. More pocket-space meant more stuff could be carried; the “cargo” was christened.

Personally, being a pacifist, I felt an old fashioned rifle in my hand and heard war cries in my head when in cargos or camouflage pants. But times change and when we breathe their new vibe and go with the flow, we change with them; cargo pants now feel like freedom for several reasons.

They are comfortably baggy.

Fashion molds the mindset of our time but is also a mirror and a reaction. The pandemic has successfully called for comfort and the return to utility and function. Formerly judged as ugly, the baggy, oversized has became cool and cargo pants are hot, the “uglier” the better.

They have pockets.

A pair of pants can spark a movement, and often has. Rappers identify themselves by their choice of trousers as do boss babes, punks or Barbie girls. And there we have the cool psychology of cargo pants; not only do they have a surplus of pocket which women were traditionally denied but built with combat in mind they vibe women power. They promise hands free agility, women who do stuff while looking amazing.

They tell stories of freedom.

The future might become female in cargo pants; Che Guevara wore cargos for a different kind of freedom fight.

So when power femmes like Rihanna rock them it feels right. That luxury consultant and former senior vice president of fashion at Bergdorf Goodman Robert Burke described them as a "cockroach" item, evokes giggles today especially when famous models stroll them over famous runways. Fashion’s sensitivity to social change make it often visionary; there’s even a foreshadowing shiver built into cargo pants. It becomes apparent when we look twice; ripped, stained and war like 2022 designer pants whisper of a coming dystopia.

Maybe wearing cargo pants can become more than a reaction to circumstance but a call for change; we are still fighting for women’s rights but now also for the future of our planet.

Cargos to the rescue.

White Ragged Priest cargos

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I Saw It First wide leg cargo pants in camo print

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