horrifying trench coat

My mom has just accepted a horrendous metall buttons-embellished trench coat in black polyester, which makes me ask God why my dearest ones often make terrible terrible sartorial choices.

By asking myself this, I've also realised that maybe her not-so-fashion-forward thinking influenced me to somehow get interested in fashion at an early age. Every girl knows what I am talking about here: in our adolescence, there always comes a phase where our rebellious nature defeats our obedient side, which means we simply do not want to dress to please our moms anymore. I started young experimenting with darker colors because, well, my mother hated black and grey on me. In addition to that, there was a time when I only wore skin-tight clothes, because my mom did not approve it, which again made me very happy about tight shirts and jeans. Truth is, I don't even like skinny clothing that much, but the thought of being completely different than one's own mother was too tempting and too good.

What I'm trying to say here is that mothers and even grandmothers (the people we grew up with) do not only play an important role in our lives, but also influence the way we dress. Of course, there are loads of influential factors out there that shaped our styles, but opinions from mom has always weighed very much.

But let's go back to the weirdly tailored silver buttoned trench coat, which makes me wanna take a photo and put it on this blog to let the fashionable audience judge its ugliness. Yet, I decided not to do so at the last minute. I did come up with another more creative idea to draw the trenchcoat, which turned out to be an exhausting experience that took a bit too long...

All in all, my mom owns way too many unwearable/unbearable pieces in her closet and I just have to get over it. I understand that there are people, surprisingly but also female people who are really not interested in fashion. At all. And that's okay! God bless them.

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how dare you?

I've just found this illustration I did a while a go, intended for "velvet mousse". Since I changed the blog title, it has become useless. Although this drawing has no relevance anymore, I still decided to put it up for I love the minty green turban she's wearing. Sadly I'm not the born-to-wear-hats kind of person (which is also why I mostly avoid wearing head pieces), so it's rather unlikely that I'll put on a turban myself.

Now to the new blog name, what does it mean to be daring? This blog is called "dare to du it", so it's quite necessary to explain it further, no? Despite the fact that "velvetmousse" was already registered by other persons both on wordpress and tumblr, I wanted something more original and not a name that people would associate with some uber-sweet french dessert. I would not call my style sweet or anything in that sense, so after hours of brain-storming (maybe not hours), I had the idea of putting my surname in my blog title. Dare to du it, du instead of do. Obvious.

Recently I've come to the realisation that life is way too short. Yeah like it's something new. Why spend time wondering what people would think of you doing this or that, if this life you are leading solely belongs to you? One sad thing is that not everyone IS leading his life, some just exist. Existing on this planet or actually living the life are two completety different things, and I choose the second one. Be alive also means to give a statement, an individual one. I opened this blog to share my opinion, to record my journey to the ultimate goal of unswayable, independent taste. Dare to to wear fashion the way you like it, dare to have a different look than others, dare to pull off trends but not getting fooled by them.

Dare more!

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