I had this photo on my bedroom wall as a teenager
“You love what you love” is a phrase my best friend and I throw around a lot. It came to us via an old boss of hers who’s talented, a great mentor, and as it turns out, quite wise about what drives people aesthetically. Basically, it means that you can’t help what you’re drawn to, and you shouldn’t try.
We repeat this to each other, with both humour and exasperation, when our tastes seem a touch too predictable: for instance, when I realise I’ve worn my chambray shirt for four days in a row (gross), or when she laments that 99% of the things she buys for her apartment are white, while 99% of the clothes in her closet are black (true story.) It’s our very own version of “you can’t fight city hall.”
One sartorial item which falls firmly into my YLWYL category is the humble sweatshirt. From the loon- and wolf-adorned Northern Reflections pullovers of my 80′s childhood (honestly, I’d kill for one of those these days) to the J.Lo-era terry-cloth hoodies I rocked (or thought I did) in university, I’ve always loved the feeling of being enveloped in a shapeless mass of cotton. Sweatshirts aren’t considered polished, or professional, or even attractive, but I still love wearing them. What can I say: I like being warm and comfy.
High fashion goes comfy: Neil Barret S/S14 via Style.com
So when sweatshirts started to trend a couple seasons ago, as in, started to appear on the runway and also in shops that I actually like, you can imagine that it was pretty great time in my life. These days I’ve put an embargo on any further sweatshirt purchases (they do take up a lot of room, being oversized and all), but I’m wearing the shit out of the ones I’ve already got.
So, maybe you’re not quite as mad as me for sweatshirts. (But maybe you are, in which case the club meets at mine on Thursday nights. Dress code is casual.) But I’d love to know– what do you love what you love?