Fashion Genes

Its funny how culture can vary our perception of suiting up. If we go inside a determined society, of a determined town or country we could see what style, habits and trends people have. But it goes far behind our favorite celeb style, or that weekly magazine that advises us what’s hip or not, it goes far behind, it goes till our mothers. Yes, they are the first fashion role models we have, and our faithful parameters of what’s good and wrong, even before our girlfriends. That’s why, when we go back on our childhood photos, we cannot believe what we were wearing. I mean come on mama! Seriously? Was that ever fashionable? And amazing as it seems, when we are young and before we develop our own style, if our mom told us, that’s gorgeous on you, it is very likely that we should wear it, no matter what outsiders said if mom liked it we should like it too. So we become dolls. Conclusion, our mothers and even our grandmothers were our first fashion role models, which means that many of our habits, we copy unconsciously from her, the woman that gave us life and the one that will guide us on our discovery for fashion.


So before society and fashion magazines educate us on our personal developed style, we are dolls that have no opinion and that will wear anything given. That’s until we are aware that there are other role models that might inspire us on our own sense of fashion and personal style. We become conscious of our own individuality since we live in society with parameters of style acceptance.

A funny anecdote that made me reflect about my clothes, happened on my first visit with my friends, to Las Vegas. We were lost as any tourist that was exited for being in one of the most talked about cities in the world. Wearing our best sexy clothes we decided to go partying, on our way out on that overwhelming city we ran into a ticket seller who recommended us to go to the Playboy Party at the Palms. Imagine out excitement when we decided that we were actually going when the ticket seller said “But you have to first get changed” we could not believe his words, we had been preparing and pampering ourselves for that whole afternoon, and to receive such a complement, our faces were ecstatic with a bully tone, “are you saying that we don’t look good for the occasion?” expecting for the ticket seller to change his mind. It was strange to realize that we were not dressed to the expected standard. We could say… well it WAS Las Vegas, and still it could have been just a matter of taste, of what the ticket seller would consider appropriate for the occasion.

Me and my big sis enjoying the waves...  Funny how when we are young we can wear anything with the excuse that we look "cute".