This is mild, believe me.
Yesterday-- wait-- on Tuesday, I was going through the streets of the UP Diliman campus, trying to look for my sister who was supposed to meet me. As I looked out the cab window, I noticed how entirely plain the student body is. Jeans, shirts and slippers is THE look. It doesn't matter if they match or if they flatter the body or if the color complements anything. Of course I get that it's more comfortable especially at this weather and it's practical, really, to dress down.
My sense of aesthetics was violated needless to say. But that's just me and my rewired brain. I can understand how practical works. Sure. I don't ask that people dress up for the catwalk, I just ask that they at least adhere to Tim Gunn's Guide To Style at the bare minimum. Then again, I ask for much.
I saw my sister walking and the first thing that caught my attention was her deep purple shirt and pink headband. I heaved a sigh of relief at the sight of color. Drab outifts on a gloomy day make me sad.
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