Before me stands a wardrobe, shelf levels with little things every day. Part of the garment is wrinkled or faded to white streaks, part neatly stacked somewhere in the far corner, something is waiting "reason", but something will be lost in the darkness, among the sock glomeruli and seasonal clothes (if not useful for wiping dust).
Funny, I never had to think about clothes with such positions, however, each of these rags defines some part of my personality. Symbolically. Sometimes had to get up with tangled thoughts and miss that comes, awkward, drawn sleeves... or in General, any rarity. Can you imagine? the
Early in the morning. You slowly push the mirror door of the wardrobe and run to the inside of the hand that accidentally stumble on a cool, fluffy fabric. Then everything is on schedule (lecture, get the printer repaired, buy milk...). The clock is ticking and finally it is night, the time when all things orderly and the morning fog of oblivion finally dissipated. Standing at the bus stop, slowly pull out the headphones, include something like "Joy Division" and then in the Windows of the departing trolley see himself and his grandfather's sweater in the center.
a Familiar story?
But this is of course only one side of the coin. Sometimes, to get out of the house does not allow the opposite, and extremely tiring feeling. The desire to show off the jacket!
Oh, these artistic images can wear down steeper political propaganda on the Federal channels. For example, here are stories sometimes come to my mind: "walk on Baker street cufflinks from DuPont", to become an eloquent writer with glasses and a tight turtleneck, a La "I'm going to a press release," the tutor in French with a black umbrella — these images are forced to dress up in the mirror to the point of exhaustion. So stand, that stand, hands in his pockets, then zamarachivatsya with a handkerchief... and for the tenth time back to the original version! the
Great flour.
But we should not delude ourselves. I have cut jeans! Without them life is not sweet, because in most lives there is a place for recklessness and anarchy, which is expressed pierced ears, background as "Waste" in 2x2 and exposed knee cap. Stainless steel dissecting pliable material with a pleasant, rough Bang, before the mind's eye the evening and the concert of "psyche" for 700 rubles or Buster in the dusty streets of Chelyabinsk 100. Wearing jeans and a tram journey through the "CMP" begins: Blazer 1.5 l, pale knee rests on the back of the chair paradisecasino hardworking steelworker, close to tattooed guys, the flickering lights, scribbled in black magic marker on the walls, and the scarlet glare of twilight mixed with greyish-yellow with a smoky exhaust pipe... marginal, but a soft glow over all of it.
Thus, everything in life finds its real manifestation of the rag and everything in the world can be told through the contents of the wardrobe. And not only! Somewhere in a parallel universe, "Crime and punishment" written by tights 40 den, while Pavlov was studying reflexes through the prism nakatannyh (hipster) trousers-writing the history of dogs and their unconditional sense of style...
What-what, what is this surrealism!?
so, will make the correction from a scientific point of view.
In all the above cases described the extreme. Do not immediately fit under some sort of subculture, depending on what he wears: pants socks or pink speckled. The point is that development is something averaged and dynamic at the same time. You pass by the shelves of the cupboard, improvise, but the main theme are: neutral-gray jacket, ordinary jeans, exactly laced sneakers, a backpack with notebooks and certainty in the schedule.
And the cool thing is that this neutral position, over time, becomes much closer than all the other vestments.
Appearance goes by the wayside.
Over time, cut jeans to me are not very "personification of the underground", and a neat handkerchief in the pocket more doesn't prove intelligence in the highest sense of the word. In the end, it all becomes "just clothes" – were once a mediator between me and aesthetical idea which has now exhausted every need. At some point, it becomes clear that "subway", the rebellion and the essence of underground culture, which reminded me of the notorious cuts on the leg, in tune with the deep unrest of my soul, of the soul, which every time I reached catharsis, he heard the screeching electric guitar or tasting the "Apple-elderberry" in the factory wasteland. I will not deny it, at first, this process dependent on any external punk of the metamorphoses. Black t-shirts with bands, chains... I needed external (perceptual!) evidence in order to connect with the idea of intelligence and education, freedom, aggression, forgetfulness, and even absent-minded indifference, and now... it's strange, strange to think about it seriously.
All I thought in front of the mirror or in the preparation of his style, were now somewhere in the back of my rudimentary ideological fortress. You just forget your studded bracelets or ragged shoes, at the same time, adding to the associative chain of images razgildyayski another link. This is done like with this promise: "the thing is possible to remove the wear, but its essential idea – my forever".
Oh, Yes, speaking the language of L. S. Vygotsky – sign interiority.
anything can be an external manifestation of the idea until then, until we find something homogeneous, but has a purely personal (although germinated with the help of external tools) related needs.
of Course, not a hindrance, and clothes, in fact, are a kind of transitional stage, which we do not depreciate. And when these two energies unite into a single consciousness, you will not have to complain about the appearance or complaining about stereotyping. From now on, you're creative individuality and create trends through the prism of his inner space. You can choose how to live, because you have mastered the cultural space in its entirety, you can now come out from behind the grey facade of objectivity.
from Now on, you Exteriorization!"
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