When I'm in the street, the only people I notice, are usually at least 70 years old, because they look really stylish. -Vivienne Westwood
When I was in my 20's I tried to blend into the crowd. My greatest
fashion joy was when I could transform, chameleon like, into the look of
whatever tribe I was running around in. I think we try on
our various personas when we're twenty, slipping them on like a dress, and
trying them on for size. Perhaps, this is how we "find" ourselves.
By age 30, I knew who/what I was. And I grew comfortable in my
own skin. The persona worn became my own, the chameleon suit retired. No
longer set on blending or fitting in, I relished the fact I got to
come and go as I pleased, and no clique or group could contain me. My
friend collection grew varied, and became more interesting. Life offered
options. I dressed for it.