I love that there is now a word for the kind of style that I live for. Frumpterable. (It's a thing). Maybe think of this as Haut Frumpterable, the Ashley Olsen mode of dressing whereby everything is too big, too cosy, too comfortable, too simple, but you simply do not care. I've been thinking about this a lot as I've been dressing for events or, in quiet moments on public transport or lounging on my bed, preparing outfits for fashion week (we all do it okay!). There's nothing wrong with being the person in the corner of the room in birks and skinny jeans. There's nothing wrong with dressing for comfort and utility and efficiency. And when it's work, not play, as it has increasingly become year after year, there is nothing wrong with a little frumpterable-chic to get you through the day. Why bother anyway when you know that at least on the casual front you've got the whole thing sorted. So just don't be surprised when you see me at fashion week in jeans and a sweater. I'm keepin' it real.
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