Iron Maiden concert tee. Biker jacket, skirt, Zara. Sunnies, Gucci. Boots, Dollhouse. Clutch, Dior. Ring, Samantha Wills.
I’ve been collecting concert tee’s for some time now and I’ve amassed quite the collection over the years. I make it a point to only buy them when at concerts, and at times I’ve had to cut myself off after seeing the same band multiple times. But I love them, and I’d wear them with anything if I could. Which leads me to a topic I’ve been wanting to write about for some time now…
I struggle when I can’t be myself (at work for example) and oftentimes find myself wondering if I’m the only one that feels that way. I see others who seemingly have no issues wearing “work appropriate” clothing, yet I loathe every minute of when I’m not me. The Clark Kent/Superman routine after work is getting tiring and sometimes I wonder if it’s because I’m an artist (true to the typical stereotype) and if that is why I find this limitation such an infringement of my BEING. (As I express myself visually). Do any of you struggle with having to conform to someone else’s idea of what one should wear? Whether it be work attire or school uniforms I think that one of the most important things about being who you are is being able to express it, or having the freedom to do so. When our ability to express ourselves is limited, it hinders our passion drives and makes for a miserable environment. That being said, I completely understand it would not be appropriate for me to walk into work looking like this – so maybe I should be at home instead, sitting on my floor in a band tee with over the knee socks, brush in hand over a canvas, Iron Maiden tunes blaring in the background. I’d be elated no doubt, just not sure that my adult bills would get paid.
“I am not a number, I am a free woman” Iron Maiden, ‘The Prisoner’ from The Number of the Beast (just changed to feminine form).