There are a lot of ‘it-bags’, there are a lot of ‘statement shoes’, there are a lot of trends, there are a lot of ‘editor’s picks’ and a lot of ‘seasonal must haves’. And then there are the clichés that are connected to clothes; the business suit, the mom jeans, the all black attire of an artist, enforcing stereotypes, which help society judge us and put us in a box. And even if you’re trying to not participate in all this, you’re now put in a new box and labelled part of the normcore youth.
There is only one piece of clothing in which I can be free from all labels and connotations and be nothing more and nothing less than only myself. A garment that is not connected to social class or culture yet is always appropriate. Both Anna Wintour and her janitor can wear it to work. A blank canvas, a clean slate. Without print, without meaning. The only true timeless piece; you can not tell if it is vintage 1980 or next season’s collection. I love it for its blandness and anonymity, its agelessness and sexlessness. The essential, the archetype; the white t-shirt is my liberation.