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They told me "Dress For The Weather". I told them, "Go To Hell".
Who said an outfit can't change your life?
New York can be a strange place, especially when it comes to the weather. More unreliable than any man I've ever met, this can be hard to deal with especially when trying to keep up with the latest fashion trends, and trying to feel good about yourself and what you're wearing. Join me in my journey, and how I learned how an outfit can change your life.
About the Author...
My New Reality
In the past two years, I’ve gained and lost a lot, one thing being about forty to fifty pounds. Ironically, with this I gained a lot too, essentially a whole new life style. This meant new eating habits, new rituals, even had relationships dramatically change all because I didn’t look the same. It matured me in ways I never could have imagined, but also made me bitter towards some of my new realities.
The New Me Isn't So New...
Comfortable In My Own Skin
Why was it that they couldn’t accept the new me? What was it about the fact that I changed something undoubtedly large about myself, that made them think so differently about me? I felt the same inside, I am the same inside. But I dress differently. I do. And I love the way I dress. There’s something about the vibrance of certain color combinations, or a bright blue blazer that matches exactly with the laces of my Golden Goose Shoes that are probably a tad too much to spend on simple Italian-made shoes. Some might call it shallow, superficial, obnoxious… but I’m trying to be me. This, this blog is a testament to every article I put on my body being another attempt at trying to express myself. I’ve always been an outgoing person, and with my new body came new ways at trying to manifest this. I let the clothes do the talking, and I loved it. I guess that was why it was so hard when the bitter cold of a New York winter came and stole this from me…
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Somewhere in Soho...
It was a chilly day, so I wasn't surprised by Yael's decision to bring a hat. Is it strange that it probably gave me as much comfort as it did her? A glimpse of color, perhaps to indicate that our lives will be colorful some time soon again.
Meet Yael; she was my main mural for the duration of this project. She too quite literally wears her feelings... In the wake of the winter, this was what most of her outfits looked like. Black, bleak, bland...that's not me being mean, just an honest friend who understands what it feels like to have the color sucked out of your life by a New York Winter.
What a Purple pleaser...
Pinker Than A Petunia...
We'd returned to a place not too far from "somewhere in Soho” only a week later, yet this time, it felt different. The gray skies had cleared, and well, it was time to celebrate by throwing Yael in one of her loveliest pink dresses and capturing this epic change. I suppose the pink flowers behind her were somewhat jealous, or maybe thought it was only appropriate they made her appearance in this photo as well. But these lovely flowers, well, try as they might, they took nothing from the light glimmer in her eyes... it made me forget, and I hope Yael too, about the troubled times she couldn't quite express herself. She'd felt lighter, and it wasn't just because of the severe inhalation of marijuana we'd encountered upon our arrival to Soho.
Before this picture, Yael told me how she dug up her little yellow dress from the depths of her closet with the most serious look in her eye... I reminded her along with several other cat-callers how complementary this color was, and ended up capturing her carefree.
Captured her Carefree
It was almost inspiring, walking into Zara and witnessing the chaos that came with the latest spring collection. It was like customers had forgotten all about winter, something that was rather obvious with the heaps of clothing left and right. People were eager to take these new pieces home, probably excited that they get to express themselves once again...
A Collection of Color Combinations
A Hot Mess
Collared/Colored combination
From Somber to Sun-soaked
April 21st, 2021- out and about, and among the thousands of New Yorkers that ran to spend their Friday soaking up the sun on The Great Lawn. I wondered if the people on the blanket next to us knew it was Yael's first time not wearing black, thick, itchy, stockings. You know, the one Modern Orthodox women are famous for wearing.
This may be a picture of Yael, but chances are a good eighty percent of Stern girls looked like this for the majority of the winter. A black puffer, along with a black mask, as it would be preposterous to wear any other color in the dead of winter besides black. Why the hell do I live in New York again? At least the park looks cute, what with its greenery and all. It's just, well, why does the sky look like God just went through one hell of a breakup?
Gray Vs. Green
And in the words of my good friend Yael, "You're-you're living life over here Sarah!" I am. Spring is here, summer is approaching, and I've never felt more alive.
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