French fashion magazines are full of gourous who want to teach me the rules to stand comfortably in the norm : " Sweety Darling, at your age you can't no longer wear short skirts, too bright colors, and don't show your arms, even if it's 36°C outside, cause they're ugly" that brings me about anxiety panicks !
Am I the only black sheep who refuse to feed this reality ? If everybody believes the same thing, it ends to exist, but then, the contrary is possible too. That's how I realized I didn't believe in fashion magazines gospels anymore. I was arrived too far and too deep in my personnal style connecting it with my deeper personality, my history, my soul. And fashion only interests me if it's a mean of expression.
So, now you know, I don't listen to the rules. I'm too huge, I'm too blurred, I'm too free, I'm too messy, too evasive. I hate rules, that's surely because I'm an old punk you know ! (yes, I like to say that too about my age !)