|I loved the graphic patterns in neutral colours in this fall window in Bordeaux|
|Notice the short slim pant leg, the open-front coat. (although yes, wide-leg pants also in abundance)|
|If you can peer past the reflected buildings, you might be able to see that these wide-leg pants are just below knee-length.|
|Again, the open-front coat. . . This wouldn't get much play in my climate, but it's a smart look for a few weeks. . . .|
|Textures and neutral on neutral was something I saw over and over -- and loved!|
Less politically, perhaps, most of us move regularly across identity-constructing borders: we chair our departments then pick up kids on the way home to eat a dinner our husband has made before heading to book club -- Professional, Mother, Wife, Friend. We argue vehemently with a friend over an upcoming election -- Friend, Political Partisan. We try to explain to a friend what we still find compelling about religious attendance despite our intellectual reservations. . . and so on. And so on.
|Again, limited visibility, I know, but it's the play with neutrals that intrigued me, the stripes and plaids and wovens . . .|
And perhaps this is where I can finally explain the relevance of these photos of Paris and Bordeaux shop windows, full of the latest fall fashions. I've been catching a glint of guilt in my eyes as I turn quickly away from the mirror, catch it in my eyes in the odd selfie, those awkward WhatIWore shots. Or not guilt so much as an awareness of something like hypocrisy. No, even more subtle than that. Something much more, well, liminal, more fleeting even, than either of those words suggest.
What's going on is that part of me has been ogling these windows and desiring their array of clothing and accessories and even buying a sweater here and a pair of boots there. . .
|More play with neutrals via layering and mixture of fabric weight and texture. . .|
|Not that there was no colour . . . this burgundy kept showing up . . .|
|The richness of a simple palette rendered in different fabrics. . .|
|Again, neutrals don't have to be boring! These shapes are expressive in any colour. . . less agressive in rich tones of browns and greys.|
|But just to reassure -- there was colour!|
|Oh yes! You could paint the town red if you were so inclined. . .|
But I'm wondering now about the Liminality of blogging space. Where are the threshholds, the borders, of our cyber-space friendships? How much of my writing here can be for me while it's also for you, whichever You that might be? So many of us who meet here have bonded over exchanges about clothes or shoes or whether to grey our hair. I'm quite certain I won't abandon these topics -- after all, I'm still getting dressed every day, and I suspect I will regularly want to post an outfit I particularly enjoyed wearing. I know I'm still checking in, regularly, with bloggers whose Sartorial Style is inspiring or who fold their thoughts on Style and Fashion into their reflections on either expressions of Style and/or Culture.
|Or for a less aggressive, perhaps more sophisticated, dash of colour . . .|
I'm also, however, clicking less regularly in the direction of those whose posts are increasingly larded with retail hot-links, although I understand or respect their reasons for doing so. At the very least, I find it awkward to comment sincerely on these posts, and my relationship begins to feel strained and hypocritical. And some days, I'm aware that these posts ramp up my Desire to Acquire every bit as much as the mailbox offers I've been assiduously deleting. The border between friendship (and some of these blogging relationships feel very much like IRL friendships) and spam is a confusing border, a border whose sometime thinness exerts an influence, right there, in my closet. . .
You should know, if you've had the patience to read this far down the page, that the last three or four paragraphs have had me stalled on this post for the last half week. Trying to round this essay off, to make a clear Transition to some sort of meaningful Lesson or Conclusion still eludes me. Instead, I'm going to have to extend and perhaps embrace the Liminality, to stand outside looking in. I think that's okay, actually. I think that Travel, especially over enough time or distance to truly disrupt, should demand and effect change. There should be a resultant discomfort as paradigms shift, even just a little. I hope you'll agree and be patient with my wittering and wondering and blathering and pondering. . . .