Where do our tastes come from? It’s a question I’ve pondered recently, especially while I was working on a color scheme for this blog. I had noticed that the colors I liked and wanted to use were basically the same colors I look good in and wear.
Maybe it’s a happy coincidence, but I was researching color palettes for skin tones and discovered that the colors that I dislike the most were the bright bold, jewel tones that also overpower me. Elizabeth of Lizzie in Lace posted some thoughts on colors recently, I was really intrigued.
Just what is it that turns our tastes one way or another? It is trends? Our own awareness of appearances? People in our lives? I suspect it is a combination of both.
The Problem of the Mauve Jacket
When I first photographed this dress, I was wearing a mauve denim jacket. It’s cute, but I always have an issue wearing it. Something in me doesn’t feel like ‘me’ in it. While I love the look of a denim jacket, on me it feels too normal. Huge floral prints aren’t in abundance in my closet but I felt when the jacket and the dress were paired together is was a typical midwestern outfit. (Which is not meant as an insult—I just don’t like certain combinations, and this one felt too typical casual for my taste.)
I only got a few photographs in before I returned home. I reviewed the shots anyway, and to my surprise saw that I didn’t look the way I had expected. The look was still somehow my style and nothing that felt while I was wearing it.
When planning a new shoot with the outfit I tried this pink blazer and knew that this was my style. My confidence was ten times greater than in the jacket, though in all honesty I don’t think one looked ‘better’ than the other. It was simply a matter of preference.
There’s no reason why I shouldn’t feel confident in a denim style jacket. I see people wear it confidently, and with some of the style choices I make you think I would feel the same.
A Creature of Creative Habit
This is where the origins of my tastes get hazy. No one told me a denim jacket looked bad on me, in fact, I remember excitedly buying one for my birthday when I was in my tweens. Whatever its origin, the denim jacket is a piece loaded with a strange assortment of positive and negative associations. As a result, the mauve jacket has lingered on my potential donations list for the last few years, and it’s a bit closer to the paper bag.
At the same time I’m stubborn and want to make it work. Part of me believes that I simply have to find the perfect combination and all my denim jacket woes will disappear. For a couple years I wore bright colors to overcome my fear of them, and I did—just to settle back into my soft autumnal palette. Maybe the jacket will be the same way, a distaste to conquer only to be replaced by my fondness for blazers, long jackets, and slouchy cardigans.
But tastes change, and for that reason I’ll hold onto the jacket a bit longer, and see what I can do.
Thanks for Reading,