Or, they can apply to my sister, who, as much as I love her, insist on wearing nothing but conflicting colours and styles, as if they are constantly afraid of getting hit by a bus at night.
My sister's an odd duck, as well. She's certainly capable of dressing well, and she recognizes good clothing and ensembles when she sees them. She does, however, lean towards the very worst colors for her complexion, often in bafflingly mismatched patterns (as if to say, "I'm trying
to look bad"). Nobody with our family's signature pallor should wear bright orange anywhere near exposed skin; it makes us look like albinos with jaundice. Alas, if I dared to point this out, she'd take an overdose of Xanax.
equally repulsive, I think, is the reaction often displayed to this: inconspicuous consumption.Â That is, wearing clothing that only the highly fashionable would recognize in order to gain a feeling of exclusivity.Â Both are equally narcissistic.
If that's your only reason for dressing that way, perhaps. But, I think the usual point of said "inconspicuous consumption" is to enjoy all the qualities of a well-made garment, including the fact that it's more flattering than a poorly made one, without calling undue attention to the name recognition value of a high-profile designer. You could argue that caring at all about how you look is narcissistic, but, as long as you're going to put some effort into your appearance, it's certainly better if you genuinely "pretty up" the place, as opposed to making everyone else look better by contrast.