"We wear our hearts on our sleeve"
Eversince we were children we would throw tantrums, scream, cry we would do anything to make our mothers wear what we wanted to wear. For me I HATED dresses, I have and older brother who i idealised and I wish I could just run around in shorts and t’shirts and play in the mud all day . I hated and still do hate pink, detested frills and bows of any sorts. I used to get my scissors and restly my bathing costume, not to my moms delight! But from a very young age, people learn to dress themselves to the way they want to.
Every morning we wake up, and decide what we want to wear. We all have different reasons. For example some need to put on uniform to demand authority like police men and doctors, some need to power dress to exude condifence and seriousness, others dress like hipppies and some like goths some like they working the night shift on the corner of Long and Loop street. We all wear different outfits to express something about ourselves.
For Hazel: I like to wear something nice, creative, yet stylish, a jem I found at the second hand store or at my moms Hospice Shop. My clothes(I hope) communicate that I am a little different, I have a sense of style, take care in my apperance and myself and say that I am a creative girl!
When wearing Black I felt that, that was not me. I felt strange in my own skin. I was not saying anything about the real Hazel through what I was wearing, and that freaked me out a little and made me feel awkward and uneasy! It is not that I have anything against the colour black, or that I never wear it. All I am saying Is that for 10 days I was taken out of my skin and put into someone elses and shoot was it strange!
Thank you for the project, I learnt alot about myself and my class mates. Was truly interesting!!