Effort requires no talent

I get so many comments every day that center around the same idea: How can i begin?

Believe me, I have been where you are. It’s embarrassing and awkward. Sometimes I feel like I’m both the fish in the bowl and the child with her nose pressed against the glass. Does the fish know its in water, or does it think its flying?

To ensure I don’t accidentally write a 10,000 word essay, I’m going to break down how you can get over this feeling in 3 ways. You can do them all at once or one at a time, feel free to self-prescribe as you see fit.

1: The biggest lies we tell ourselves is that we are not confident enough to become what we want to be.

One of the most over-used, bullshit expressions is ‘fake it till ya make it”. It’s always sung out with the same fake sweetness used in cough syrup, by people who look the exact same as everyone else. The over-arching idea, that you should summon your strength and do something even when it freaks you out, is a good one. But im going to request you look at this differently.

The more you tell yourself you’re faking it, the more that feeling of imposter will remain. The biochemistry of pretending proves this method is destined to fail because pretense is not a bridge to confidence; it is a rehearsal of insufficiency.

To put it differently: You already have the confidence to look the way you want to. It’s simply misdirected. How do I know this? Because you’re confident in your incapacity.

You state, I’m not good at this, with absolute authority. You believe your own doubt, unwaveringly. That, my friend, is supreme confidence. You just need to bend it to your will.

Understand: The person who wants to change is not going to look in the mirror and see that person. They’re going to see who they currently are, which is a reflection of who you were. In order to become someone new, you have to be able to look at someone you dont recognize, and resist the urge to go back to who you think you should be. Effort is rewarding, lies are consuming. Bite the hand that oppresses you, especially if its your own.

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2: Nothing is embarrassing if you’re not embarrassed.

I moved to New York with no job, no friends, and the disapproval of my parents. I worked 3 jobs to pay rent and when I was finally able to get the love of my life, my pomeranian Draco, into the city, it was glorious but fuck it was hard, everything was difficult and I just thought it would be so much easier. Everything was embarrassing. Literally everything. I had all these ideas of who I thought I should be, Sex and the City reruns playing in my mind telling me “a real New Yorker wears this, a true New Yorker wears that!” At some point I just had to say fuck it. Who cares? The more embarrassing I was the more I numbed myself to it.

The exposure effect has two purposes:

• The first is to get everyone used to watching you look like an ugly fool (iykyk that in my eyes, ugliness is next to holiness. If your greatest goal is to look pretty than I’m afraid we don’t have much in common).

• The second is to shock your brain into looking at different versions of you so many times that after awhile, theres no ‘normal’ and ‘regular’. Your thoughts detatch, “I look like this today and I might look like that tomorrow”. It’s fluid, it flows. Like water.

3: Who you think you are is what other people believe.

This very idea pushed me off the high-dive and into the subconscious waters below:

If what you believe about yourself is what others experience as real, then you create who they think you are. What we wear and how we wear it creates the conditions for who we believe ourselves to be.

The feedback loop of identity (discussed at greater lengths here) is how our self-image is formed.

We dress based on who we think we are and what we believe about ourselves. This gets a social response, positive, negative or neutral, and our brain uses this reaction as proof of who we think we are. This proof confirms who we already believe ourselves to be, and tomorrow, we are likely to dress the same way because of it.

Your style is not metaphorical. It is behavioral.

4: Invite judgement or remain invisible.

Consider this my argument against ever building a capsule wardrobe.

The shadow of looking appropriate, polished, corporate, is that inevitably, when someone takes a look around the room, theyre not going to see you. They’re going to see a cluster of people all wearing roughly the same thing, from roughly the same season, in roughly the same palette. They’re going to group you in with the herd, and their brain is going to spend energy remembering the person that actually stood out.

No matter what we’d like to believe, our brain doesn’t remember what we want it to. It rememebers the uncommon denominator, the black sheep, the outlier. Willingly or unwillingly, when you dress like everyone else, the brain will assume you’re a follower. It will see your very presentable, very well-dressed look, and come to this assumption because you look like youre very good at following directions. You’re good at doing what youre told, what you should. If you always look the way you’re supposed to, everyone will think you work for someone else. You need to start doing things, even very small things, to pull yourself away from this.

You must invite judgement on your terms, or else they will think you’re the exact same as everyone else.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List

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You've been called vain. Conceded. High-maintenance.

The fact that you’re so calm while looking so distinct makes people irritated. They fixate on what you wear, and incorrectly assume (project), that you dressed for them. For their reaction, to cause a stir. You just dress for attention! You just can’t help yourself, can you?

The assumption that you’re performing is the greatest irony, because the way you look at it, that’s what everyone else is doing. They all have the same style, pulled from the same Pinterest board, inspired by the same group of 5 basic celebrities. They all shop at the same places, wear the same colors, and relish in the knowledge that their wardrobes are infinitely interchangeable.

The truth of the matter is you couldn’t care less what they think. Not in a calloused, jaded way, and certainly not because you feel their eyes bulging out of their skulls, but because dressing for approval is something you’re just not able to do, anymore. It brings you no joy, no peace. You’ve never felt that sense of pride from looking ‘like you should.’ You dress the way you do because it’s who you are; your thoughts, emotions, your character, your personality. To put it simply: You stopped needing external validation a long time ago.

"The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are"

Carl Jung

To most people, you simply look very well dressed. To the ones paying closer attention, you look like something rarer... but even that doesn’t quite capture it.

What you actually look like, to the people who understand what they’re seeing, is someone who dresses for who they are, and not who they think they should be.

You don’t change how you look based on the season, who you’re going to see, what kind of event you’re going to. You’re not influenced by trends or swayed by dress codes, and this kind of inner certainty radiates from you no matter where you are. You have a point of view so developed, and so genuinely yours that it brings out the best and the worst of everyone else. It’s almost like a magic spell: the very fact that you are so secure makes other people believe they could be, too. Some find it unsettling. Some think you’re obnoxious. To the few you’re a hero while the masses see a villain, but no matter how they feel, the one thing no one can do is take their eyes off you.

People assume the way you get dressed is certain: that you pull the right thing off the hanger instantly, never second-guessing your choices. In reality, far more goes into it. Each day presents a new experience, a new feeling, a new way to express who you are and what you’d like to say. Getting dressed is a daily act of authorship. You’re not bothered with the traditional qualms of what looks good, what would be best, what anyone else is wearing. Rather, you’re wondering if what you’re putting on is an accurate representation of who you are, today. Not last year, not in theory, but right now, here, now. For most people this question never enters their mind, but for you, it’s the only question that matters. Because when something feels off, the discomfort hits your integrity. Wearing something that isn’t you feels like a betrayal of yourself.

Being an Architect certainly comes with a cost, and the tax is high.
The first is how other people read you. Because you don’t look to the people around you to confirm your choices, some people experience you as distant, or assume you think you’re better than them. This isn’t the case. You just already know what you believe, and you don’t need outside reinforcement to be sure. Understand that most people in the world don’t operate this way. They rely predominantly on this kind of back-and-forth reassurance to feel confident and self-assured. Because of this, they project a feeling of coldness, arrogance, or indifference onto you that isn’t actually there. This very quality makes some people trust you immediately, and it makes others decide they don’t like you before you’ve said a word.

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The Architect is often confused with two other archetypes: The Performer and The Seeker. All three dress deliberately, however the differences are significant:

• The Performer dresses deliberately, but needs you to notice. External validation is necessary, it is proof of their authorship.

• The Seeker dresses deliberately because they’re emergent, they’re discovering who they are.

The Architect dresses deliberately because they already know. They’re not discovering. They’re not performing. They’re expressing. Above all, they have nothing to prove.

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If you recognize yourself in this description, you may be the rarest archetype of all. You may also be surprised by who you actually are.

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Next month we're breaking down the most stylish person you know, the one who has been paying very close attention to everything you wear for a very long time.

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Alexandra Diana, The A List

tw: this series is what everyone actually thinks of you

There’s a near-crippling second-hand embarrassment that comes from watching someone you know fake it.

When they pretend to be someone that they’re not and expect you to go along for the ride. I’ve seen this take several forms, but none are so offensive to me as when I’ve watched my friends morph into changlings for the sake of… approval.

I have a friend who is by far, one of the most unique people I know.
Her apartment is filled with items from all over the world, her bookshelves aren’t just curated, they’re well-read, and her style ranges from punk rock princess to off-duty model. But whenever we have to go somewhere together, she shows up looking like someone I’ve never seen before. I used to think she was just being exploratory, the Seeker archetype experimenting and evolving, using different settings to discover new eras of her personal style. But over time, I realized that her efforts are much more calculated: She is a shape shifter, and the worst kind.

She caters who she is for whoever’s in the room. If were at an auction she tries to look like Jackie O, if were going to Skims all the sudden she’s a Jenner. She has this insatiable need to be approved of by whoever she deems the silent majority, and now that I see it, I cant unsee it. This person who I know and adore, flinches, winces, contracts. She edits herself down, she becomes palatable. And as much as I hate to say it, I realized a very distinct consequence to her actions: it’s made me lose respect for her.

I'd bet you have a friend who does this.
The harder question is whether she'd say the same about you.

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Knowing someone is really just knowing what to expect from them.

The closer you are, the more precisely you can predict what they'll do, what they'll choose, how they'll show up. After some time you don’t have to guess anymore, what you know about them becomes who they are. Their reputation becomes fixed.

The math is simple and brutal:

• Exceeding expectations will make people think more of you. Their opinion of you rises, and your baseline reputation recalibrates upward. That higher version of you becomes the new standard you're measured against.

• But fall short of expectations, and something much more dramatic happens. Your baseline reputation doesn't move, but their respect for you does. They don't update what they know about you. They update what they think of you.

There are few things more expensive than being known for less than you are.

For the first decade of her public life, Princess Diana’s wardrobe was institutional, deferential, and highly managed. She was dressed to reflect the monarchy, not herself. Her style had established exactly how seriously she was meant to be taken, and everyone around her behaved accordingly.

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It’s 2am and I can’t sleep, but what’s new?

I had so many ideas flowing through my mind, perfect sentences with witty structure, one right after another running with the ease of a sliced egg yolk. In my foolish attempt to summon Shaxep, I mean the angel of sleep, I didn’t write them down, and now it’s 45 minutes later and I wish I had.

April is a weird month. It’s always felt kinda strange, like the awkward phase of the year, the prepubescent spring stuffing her bra and pretending to be full summer. Manhattan weather changes on a dime and if my lip cracks one more time I’m going to look like a pirate who (for some inexplicable reason) takes the 4/5 express train in lieu of her briny vessel.

As odd as April feels, I find it deeply relatable. I feel like my writing style oscillates with my mood, and it’s hard for me to see the difference until I read them back. My brain is swarmed with systems, plans, fascinations and machinations of how to link all of my ideas from one to the other so that I don’t sound like a deranged lunatic who writes things at 2am (the irony) only to refuse to edit (I’m rereading Bukowski) and then PRINT OFF MY WORK AND ANNOTATE IT days later with different colored pens (I am unmedicated, completely sober, and free-range. Can’t you tell?). I just want to sound like myself. I demand capitulation from the universe!!!! Bend to my will!!!!!! For someone who has spent 16 hours in the notes app this past week, I need an outside source to (please) tell me if it’s working.

This month has honestly been pretty great, all my moaning aside.

I saw so many movies in theaters, which means I ate no less than 2 pounds of that processed, delightful umami bomb they’re calling movie theater butter.

1. Project Hail Mary - I liked it, I didn’t read the book (which made me feel violently guilty about seeing the movie at all) and I feel like I should have read it / should read it. It was good and cute, definitely cried, and I really liked the costume design.

2. Super Mario Galaxy - so nostalgic. The fact that Charlie day is Luigi is enough reason for you to see this movie. The Chris Pratt obsession is…? I dunno. I’m a Parks and Rec girl through and through; in my mind, he’s Andy, chewing on pens and eating spray painted m&ms. 🖤

3. The Drama - YO this movie is clinical…..I have so much to say that I’m just gonna narrow it down as much as I can: My boy can act, Zendaya is very good but I needed more emotion, that white bitch (is that the girl from Haim? from that awful movie licorice pizza?) is fucking psychotic and an actual murderer? I understand that it wasnt about her but…it should have been? Did I just write a better movie? I couldnt think of anything else after she admitted what she did.

4. Normal - WOW. Better call….not Saul because he’s in a state. I can’t even say anything else you just need to go see it. Total plot twist, never saw it coming, edge of my seat, ginger ale spilled all over my lap.

Who am I without my 3-7 emotional support realms?

Once again I have outdone myself on Thiftbooks (please sponsor me, I love you so much). I bought around 9 books this month, and my favorite came as a surprise. Recommended to me by one of my oldest friends, The Devils by Joe Abercrombie was fucking stellar. Morally ambiguous with a motley crew of devils, barbarians, a priest, an elf and a vampire, the third best necromancer in all the world, envy, greed, wit and gore all rolled up and served bloody. Makes you wanna just lick your teeth, doesnt it?

I also finished Baby Teeth which….all I can give you on this one is a deep exhale. A story about a 7-year-old girl who wants to murder Mommy (not giving anything away, literally back of the book), I found this both devious but not enough. It was very well-written, I think it was just stopped short of being truly terrifying. However, this is through the lens of someone who spend the entirety of Covid live-streaming on twitch about psychopathology in true crime cases…so my bar could be exceptionally high.

One-word reviews of the books I havent finished yet:

1. The Talented Mr. Ripley: chills

2. Annihilation: terror

3. Predictably Irrational: interesting

All of the other things I’m enamored with at the moment:

My controversial opinions of the month!!!!!

• I fucking hate the phrase ‘bed rot’. Why can’t we just rest without comparing it to death? Are you that tired or do you just hate yourself? In the words of what I assume was a shitty book because I never read it, wash your face girl.

• If one more person tells me I’m brave for not getting Botox, I might have to finally start going to therapy for anger management. Aging is a gift. I am not brave. :) you are weak :)

• Alani is far superior to Celcius

• I wear socks when I sleep and that makes me brave

• I saw someone chain smoking cigarettes on the subway and I think we all need to have a little more audacity in our lives. He didn’t care, at all. Wear your weird clothes

• Claud cowork is a waste of time. Flash from Zootopia could do things faster

• I bought a Bratz labubu. There. I said it. She’s really fucking cute, too.

• I miss smoking

• Costco brand oat milk is better than Oatly

• If you say ‘I’m just a girl” I want you to get away from me

• Low-maintenance friendships aren’t friendships. Real friendship is an inconvenience, and you should be grateful to experience it.

• What happened to the sour candy craze? Can we bring this back? I want to eat so many sour skittles I cant feel my tongue

• STOP PUTTING PROTEIN IN MY FUCKING CHIPS YOU FUCKING KGIHAKUGHKAUDHGAULRWAG;

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Heard you loud and clear and im making a study guide for the 48 laws of power!!! I am making this now and I think it should be done in around a month or so. :)

I’m sure I’ll add more to this later, or maybe just republish it entirely, but I am fucking exhausted and need to catch some zzz’s. I’ll schedule this for the morning. If you’ve read this all the way through, you’re the best, and I love ya.

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Alexandra Diana, The A List

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The level of devotion she’s conjured is nearly mythological in stature.

The obsession around Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy fascinates me far more than Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy herself.

I see the same radiant woman that you do. I love how when you describe her, it sounds like anyone, but when you see a photo of her, she stands alone. I love how her minimalistic style makes a maximalist such as myself, impressed. To me, while compelling, those are not enough for obsession.

I think one of the reasons we’re so infatuated with her, her life, her love story, her body, her everything, is that from the very limited catalogue of photos available, we witness a striking range of emotion. Combine this with the fact that she never gave an interview, clearly repelled by the very idea of exposing herself to our para-social impulses, we’ve morphed her into this amalgamation of who we think she is. Like a moth to a flame, I am both drawn and repelled to write this in equal measure.

I felt like such a voyeur, searching, reading, immeshing with everything I did. I just know that she would fucking hate that I’m writing this at all, and who am I but yet one more person to try and piece together someone elses life through media scraps and gotcha-headlines? If you read what people wrote about her then, compared to what they write about her now, you wouldn’t think it was the same person. My resounding thought during this entire process was: At least Diana was loved while she was alive. Because that’s the thing, we fucking hated Carolyn. Or we loved to hate Carolyn. Abusive, obsessive, vindictive, she was a prized butterfly in our collection. We caught her, pinned her down, and resented her for not flying.

The more I read about Carolyn, the more I’m convinced that your style is a self-fulfilling prophecy. What you wear shapes how you behave, how the world responds, and who you eventually become. Therefore, style is not metaphorical. It’s behavioral.

Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy never got to write her own prophecy. The clothes she wore when she was trying to disappear from sight are the ones we’ve latched on to all these years later, and theres something sickly and so American to me about the fact that she never wanted to be an icon, so we burned her alive and when she was dead, we finally got what we wanted.

THE HEIR

Abdicated Style × Expressed Identity

The Heir doesn’t dress to be seen, she just is. When I initially began this piece, I was certain that this would be Carolyn’s defining archetype. How incorrect I was.

Carolyn Bessette grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut, the youngest of three daughters of a cabinet-maker and a public school administrator. She grew up adjacent to wealth but not immersed in it, which highlights the key difference in her style to those in the truly affluent world, I don’t think she had anything to prove. She went to Boston University and stayed in Boston after she graduated, working as a saleswoman at the Calvin Klein store at the Chestnut Hill Mall during the day and moonlighting at marketing nightclubs in the evening. On one fateful day, she was noticed by Susan Sokol, the president of Calvin Klein Collection, who came through on a sales visit. Thinking Carolyn was the embodiment of the Calvin Klein muse, she was Cinderella-ed to the New York office, where she spent the next seven years being promoted from VIP of Client Relations, to Director of Publicity, and finally Director of Show Productions. She earned what biographers describe as a low six-figure salary — which in today's money is approximately $210,000 (not bad for a girl who was ringing up discount merchandise a few years earlier).

The Calvin Klein office had a dress code so precise it read more like a manifesto. Employees were required to wear CK head-to-toe, surrounded by walls that were repainted white daily to cover scuff marks. Nail polish was banned, makeup had to be near-invisible, desks had to be bare. The entire point was uniformity, and it seemed to work quite well.

At first glance, CBK was the white knight of this aesthetic. But the more i looked the more I saw someone different. Past the minimalism, buried beneath my assumptions, was someone else: Carolyn, who wore blue nail polish. Carolyn, who pulled shirts from the menswear section and paired Chuck Taylors with midi skirts. Carolyn, who wore a leather jacket to the office as a blouse. I want to be very clear about these actions because it’s so easy to misunderstand: Carolyn was not being subversive. I don’t think for a minute her instinct was to rebel, frankly, I don’t know if this word would have even crossed her mind. This isn’t the same behavioral calling card that makes some people wear funny socks with proper suits, a nod to her hidden individuality. This is the very nature of The Heir. The Heir doesn't carefully construct her style, doesn't flirt with social codes or try to paint outside the lines. It simply already exists, fully formed. She knew her style the way some people know their side of the bed, and in everything I poured over to write this piece, there is not a single shred of evidence that she ever deliberated over what to wear. Carolyn produced an enormous amount of evidence of her taste without appearing to think about it at all. There is no gap between who she is and how she looks.

Knowing this makes what comes next much harder to write, because what comes next is the woman she was forced to become, by people who had no idea what they were destroying.

does this sound like you?

THE PROXY

Habituated Style x Emergent Identity

She stopped wearing jewelry after the marriage, not wanting to draw attention to her hands, neck, or ears. The softer silhouettes and light bohemian influence morphed into a near-total black palette, sharper silhouettes with tighter frames. She wore almost exclusively Prada, which was significant to me to learn, as Prada in the mid-1990s was not the status symbol it is now. Prada’s aesthetic under Miuccia Prada was specifically, deliberately anti-glamour, the kind of woman that does not do frills or lace, sharp and intellectual in a way that fashion at the time mostly wasn’t. When she reached for Prada, she was reaching for control. What we idolize and obsess over is the outfit of who she was forced to be, not who she naturally was.

The irony of labeling her the queen of effortless elegance is nearly as brutal as it is total.

On February 25th 1996, a photographer crept into the background of Washington Square Park and filmed the argument that changed America’s perception of Carolyn forever. She was allegedly furious because her fiancé was being manipulated: John had been asked to be the best man for a man who was barely an acquaintance, supposedly orchestrated by the bride-to-be who placed John next to the New York Times society editor for the evening. The footage shows them screaming, John removing her engagement ring from her finger, Carolyn lunging on him from behind, John sitting on a curb, and their dog Friday, who had nowhere to go. The National Enquirer bought the photographs and ran an eight-page spread in the Daily News. CBS bought the video and broadcast it over five consecutive days beginning March 11, 1996. Within weeks, Carolyn left Calvin Klein.

After the park footage ran, Ethel Kennedy, the matriarch of the Kennedy family, told Carolyn at twenty-nine years old that she would never be given the benefit of the doubt again. Despite her repeated pleas for privacy, the press did everything in their power to eat her alive. She was called the ice queen, ungrateful shrew, thin enough to be a drug addict, not good enough for her husband, her style dismissed by W Magazine and Vanity Fair as throwaway chic. Carolyn understood that how people saw her wasn’t going to change, and the way she started dressing is proof of it. She used style as a way to manage a kind of attention she never asked for and could not escape.

The Proxy is someone whose style has been shaped by the room she is in rather than the person she is. Her identity is still there, still alive, but it comes through in fragments, in the small choices she makes within the boundaries of what the situation allows. She looks composed. She looks intentional. From the outside it reads as self-possession. From the inside it is management.

She found the degree of latitude she could work within and microdosed her personality in a well-managed wardrobe.

does this sound like you?

THE GHOST

Abdicated Style x Suppressed Identity

The Heir and the Ghost can look identical from the outside, both apparently unbothered, both seemingly effortless. The Heir dresses without thinking because nothing needs to be proven. The Ghost dresses without thinking because there is no more energy left to spend.

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By 1998, her world had physically contracted. She left her apartment before 7am to avoid the paparazzi, and she hadn’t worked in two years. The tabloids that called her ice queen, gold digger, and coke head hadn’t relented, engorged by the fact that the couple was in marriage counseling. Anthony Radziwill, John’s closest friend, was dying of cancer. They were, to put it bluntly, the worst of times. Carolyn's wardrobe during this time was significantly less documented, but in the photographs from her last public appearances she still looked composed, though not as carefree as she once was. This is what makes the Ghost position so difficult to see in real time, and so obvious in retrospect. Her ability to look so poised when she felt so disconnected is a marvelous show of control. Chermayeff said it plainly years later: "Even her closest friends and husband sometimes couldn't see it for what it was. Everyone thought, come on, figure this out. Only in hindsight I see that no one was really fully there for her in that way."

On July 16th 1999, John, Carolyn and her sister Lauren departed Essex County Airport in New Jersey at 8:38pm, thirteen minutes after sunset. Approximately an hour after takeoff, over open water in the dark, John experienced spatial disorientation, a condition in which a pilot loses his reference to the horizon. Suffering an uncontrolled spiral, the plane crashed into the water below. Within 30 seconds, all three passengers died on impact.

Five days later and 120 feet below the surface, the bodies of Lauren Bessette, John F. Kennedy Jr., and Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy were discovered, still strapped in their seats. At only 33 years old, the same publication that labeled her throwaway chic declared in her obituary that she was “arguably the only true successor to Jackie’s legacy.”

The woman they treated like an animal at the zoo became the woman they spent the next twenty-five years worshipping, and the wardrobe they photographed without her consent became the wardrobe that sold for $180,000 at Sotheby’s. The minimalism they called throwaway has become the golden child of the 2026 algorithm, and what keeps me awake at night is the idea that if she was still alive, we might not give a shit.

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Heir → Proxy → Ghost

The woman who wore blue nail polish →
The woman who wore what a Kennedy wife should →
The woman who gave the cameras the minimum to keep the rest for herself.

Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy's life proves that your style is a self-fulfilling prophecy, because the clothes she wore when she had the least freedom became the most copied aesthetic of the century. She wasn't writing the prophecy. Someone else was writing it for her, and she was wearing the evidence of it every single day.

What would you wear, if everyone hated you?

I think about this a lot, almost as much as I think about how Carolyn would hate this piece. She gave no interviews, made no statements. She constructed, in one of the most hostile conditions imaginable, an image to protect herself that we have perversely and inversely swallowed whole.

What’s funny to me now is that I used to be so annoyed by the saturation of content around her, the same 50 photos circulating with the same backwashed minimalistic quiet luxury effortless fashion old money-core-fattened captions. Now I look at her, and I wonder what music she listened to, if she liked Jerry Seinfeld, if she would tell me the shade of that blue nail polish she used to wear. I wonder if she knew that most people credit her for Calvin Klein signing Kate Moss, or that Ralph Lauren told his design team to think of her when they imagined future collections. I wonder if her style would have become more like Diana’s or Jackie’s, or if it would have evolved into something we’d never seen before.

What I do know is that she never posed for the paparazzi, wore the same jeans on repeat and wore the same shade of red lipstick her entire life.

The very least we could do is know who we're copying.

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Alexandra Diana, The A List

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The best disappearing acts all have one thing in common: the audience never sees it coming.

For three weeks, she’d been preparing. Tags and packing peanuts cluttered the floor as she delicately stepped over the cheap metal shipping hangers to examine her look in the full-length mirror. She had already sent back two dresses that looked nearly identical, as well as a litany of ugly step-sisters who were cursed with the wrong neckline, poor coloring, or worst of all, translusence. Finally, she had found a winner! Silky and midnight blue, her dress swept across the floor over her toes, spaghetti straps dainty resting on her shoulders. Open-toed heels revealed a light pink pedicure (shade: bubblebath), and her hands closed around a small purse she planned to keep tucked away for the majority of the evening.

As we walked into the venue, air-wrapped curls bouncing inside of her Bottega-esque earrings, I saw her have what looked like a thousand tiny spasms: a flurry of micro-adjustments and preening, one last chance at a perfect first look, like a general preparing to walk into a glamorous battle.

We were barely inside for 5 minutes when an acquaintance came whipping across the hall in our direction. Over the moon, she grabbed my friend’s forearm and with stars in her eyes she squealed Ohmygod! We’re twins!

For the first time in nearly a month, my friend relaxed like a limp marionette, shoulders dropping with relief and genuine delight. All that work, all that research. Standing in front of her was real, social proof that her efforts hadn't been in vain. Her body language morphed into someone lighter, happier, she seemed like she was finally herself again.

And that’s when I saw it.

Right before my eyes, with a masterful slight-of-hand, she preformed the greatest magic trick I’d ever seen.

She disappeared.

Every person carries two competing biological needs:

the need to fit in and the need to be seen. We satisfy these opposing needs by identifying with groups and occasions that make us feel like we belong, while still feeling like ourselves. The issue is that fitting in almost always requires reducing your willingness to be seen as different, and most people make that trade without knowing they made it.

This is exactly what happened to my friend. She belonged so completely to the occasion she could not be individually located within it.

When you outsource your opinion to the masses, you stop dressing as yourself and start dressing as a consensus. You are not making a choice based on what makes you proud. You are making a choice based on what is most likely to go unquestioned. The algorithm is a compelling force precisely because it makes you feel like you are doing something right by following it. But the algorithm has no distinct face, no specific presence. It cannot be chosen, championed, or remembered.

My friend didn’t disappear because she failed. She disappeared because she succeeded at becoming the average of everyone else’s decisions.

Each of The 9 bend to this pressure differently.

The Architect edits until nothing controversial remains, so refined they lose their signature all together. The Anchor wears what worked five years ago because it still ‘works’, which is the problem. The Heir defers to what the occasion expects instead of what they believe would be best. The Seeker picks something specific, loses their nerve, and arrives in something safer. The Proxy (my friend) arrives as a carbon-copy and mistakes it for personality. The Performer recreates whatever made them feel most complimented instead of trying something new. The Sleepwalker would fold under pressure and refuse to attend, and The Shadow would strip away all sense of self to become deliberately unreadable. The most dangerous thing about this is that it feels like a choice.

Do you know which one you are?

She is liked by everyone and can be described by no one.

She’s the person whose name someone snaps their fingers trying to remember. Her social equivalency is the same as a file marked Case Closed! All relevant information has been collected and there’s nothing new to report. Remarkable things don’t happen to her because she’s not the first, second or third person that anyone thinks of. She looks like everyone else and because of this, she’s passed over every time.

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Everything you're wearing is right.

You have everything on the list. The fitted blazer, the Miu Miu-esque ballet flats, the pinstripe trousers, the Fendi baguette. Your hair is gorgeous, sitting in a halo around your face in a shape you’ve been convinced that only a $600 styling tool could create. Your kitten heels are a deep shade of plum, and the clicking sound they make as you move from room to room makes you feel like you’re dressed just well enough to be in the next Devil Wears Prada, maybe even Miranda would be proud. Your Russian manicure is as tastefully done as your baby botox, just enough to assume. Everything, down to the background on your phone, has been strategically and perfectly crafted to ooze poise.

And yet, something’s wrong.

When you imagine yourself walking into a room, it feels so real. You fantasize about how your entrance will reverberate, an awe-inspired, time-slowing ripple. One-by-one, they look you up and down as their backs instinctively straighten, completely oblivious to the small talk they were just making. You feel calm, in control, proud to be held in high esteem by your colleagues, and proud to know that you make it look so effortless. As you turn to address the room you find it grows quiet; everyone naturally poised to listen to what you have to say.

Reality is far different. Like a mirage in a desert, the fantasy vanishes before your very eyes. You walk in, and they barely look up. Just like that, the moment is gone, and phone in hand you look down at your feet to make sure your heels aren’t caught in the carpet. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself, as your confidence evaporates from your body like the steam spiraling off your latte. You get the standard once-over. A coworker gives you a nod. But no one notices. No one says a fucking thing.

The outfit you were so prepared to show off, the manicure you anticipated for weeks, the Dyson you bought in scheduled payments, they’re starting to feel less and less like the brilliant investments they once were. The plan you made to stand out has betrayed you. You feel the bitter resentment well up when you look in the mirror and realize that once again, it’s placed you squarely in the middle. People looked through you. Even though you did everything, everything, exactly right. In fact, you did it better than right. You did it perfectly.

The problem is impossible to see because you’ve camouflaged yourself into it.

THE LIE

“If I do it well enough, they'll finally see it.”

This sentence is underneath every purchase, it justifies every decision, it assembles every outfit with such care it could be graded. You’ve been so precise about what is appropriate for each context that it never occurred to you that appropriate and memorable are not the same thing.

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You’re standing in front of your closet, and it’s completely full.

You’re frustrated, overwhelmed, staring at things you bought, things you kept, things you meant to return, and some things you can’t even explain.

As you’re standing there, you have the familiar, sharp paralysis of someone who has too much, but somehow not enough, and you think: How is it possible that I have absolutely nothing to wear?

…but that’s not quite what you mean, is it?

You have millions of things, it’s just that none of them work. None of them are you, none of them feel right. You’ve bought everything you’re supposed to have and yet somehow you’ve ended up in the exact same place you were before, and it’s infuriating.

The fashion industry has declared your wardrobe is a problem, and they’ve been saying it for decades. Each year there seems to be a new magic wand: The capsule wardrobe, body type guides, your seasonal color analysis, investment dressing, the clean girl era, creating your Outfit Formula, on and on and on, each one with the same promise: Follow these rules, and you will never have this problem again. Follow these rules, and you will finally look like yourself. And so you do. But you don’t. And you have no idea why.

But I do.

You, my friend, do not have a style problem. You have a behavioral one.

You don’t know who you are, you know who you are supposed to be. And that gap creates a world of pain.

Every morning, whether you know it or not,

you are making a decision about your identity. The freakish thing is that there are only two ways to go: either you are in control, or something is controlling you. That ‘something else’ has several faces: The status-quo, your judgmental boss, what your friends are wearing, the version of yourself you were three years ago, what your parents would say. All of these voices in our head make us afraid to stand out, afraid to be embarrassed. We habitually make ourselves smaller every day, and then we wonder why deciding what to wear is exhausting.

When you search for answers, all you’re told is how to look like someone else. You’re given other people’s capsule wardrobes, other people’s outfit formulas, other people’s aesthetics, and you feel like a failure when it still doesn’t work.

It doesn’t work because it was never made for you. It was made for the idea of you. The category you represent. For your body type, your color palette, your Pinterest board. Nothing was made for the actual, specific, singular person standing in front of the mirror at 7am trying to figure out who they are today.

Your personal style is not your identity. It is the mechanism through which identity is formed. Appearance becomes behavior. Behavior becomes self. This loop has been running your entire life, whether you knew it or not. If you don’t understand what it’s currently building, then you are not in control of it. Someone else is writing your prophecy.

I made something for that person.

It’s called The 9 Archetypes of Appearance & Identity™ — the first framework that doesn’t tell you what to wear, but tells you what your wardrobe has been doing to you.

The 9 tracks two things: How deliberately you engage with your appearance, and how much of who you actually are makes it out the door. Where those cross, you’ll land on one of nine archetypes. They’re fluid, movable, context-dependent. You may have been three of them in the last five years. And knowing where you are is the only way to understand where you’re going.

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The Architect

Authored Style × Expressed Identity

Someone notices a specific piece, an earring, a pin, something small and deliberate, and the Architect smiles. The smile of someone who has been understood, like you discovered the password to a hidden world, you saw what others missed.

Every piece means something. Nothing is chosen at random, nothing is leftover from an earlier version of themselves, nothing was kept out of laziness. Their outfit is a private text written in a vocabulary entirely their own. Often believed to be high-maintenance, The Architect has no interest the status-quo. They dress exactly as they intend to regardless of where they’re going, or who they’re seeing. No two Architects share a language, and that is the point, the aesthetic is irrelevant. The authorship is everything.

The Architect does not dress for your approval. They dress the way most people only dream of living: entirely on their own terms.

The Ghost

Abdicated Style × Suppressed Identity

If you look at photographs from a few years ago, there’s someone there who looks more like themselves than the person you see now. The Ghost is present. They are here. They are functioning. And yet something underneath the surface has hollowed, so gradually and so quietly that most days they don’t notice, and on the days they do, they put the feeling away before it becomes something they have to address.

Getting dressed is a task that gets completed, just like everything else. If someone asks if they’re okay, there’s a flash of something— irritation, sadness, or the perhaps the exhaustion of being seen when you’ve been working very hard to be invisible. They resent the question because of what answering it honestly would cost: energy they no longer have.

There is no judgment here. The Ghost is surviving something. And surviving, for now, is enough.

If this one felt less like a style description and more like something else, you are not alone. If you’re in the US, text HOME to 741741 to speak with someone from the Crisis Text Line.

The Performer

Authored Style × Suppressed Identity

If the Performer likes your outfit, they’ll ask you who made it rather than just giving you the compliment. If you’re their friend and you told them you were wearing one thing and show up in another, they’ll make sure you don’t forget…and probably more than once. There is a slightly controlling energy around group appearance — it’s not malicious, and you’re not even sure they’re aware they’re doing it, but it’s there all the same. It’s a seemingly natural expression of someone for whom the visual stakes are always, always high.

Everything the Performer wears has been researched. Pinned. Cross-referenced against a complex internal system of what is right, what is approved, what will land the way it is intended to land. They make it look effortless. They’re your friend who has overnighted $500 of clothes for an event because the alternative felt genuinely unmanageable. The Performer understands this completely, and would never say so out loud.

They keep score, compulsively, eternally measuring. The person they’re most secretly envious of is the friend who simply doesn’t care, who throws something on. Who never even seems to think about it. The Performer has never not thought about it. And underneath all of it, quiet and patient, is an identity that has been waiting a long time to be asked its opinion.

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The Anchor

Habituated Style × Expressed Identity

The Anchor gets their favorite shoes resoled every year. They pay nearly what it would cost to just replace them, and they don’t think twice about it.

They’re genuinely surprised when people compliment their style. No false modesty, no humble-brag, they’re actually surprised. In their own mind, they basically wear the same thing every day. They think of their friends who are always changing, always experimenting as the stylish ones. And yet that exact person is often the one who stops to tell the Anchor how good they look, usually in a tone that contains something more than just a compliment.

The Anchor has something that cannot be purchased or assembled: a peaceful relationship with themselves. It takes no effort and costs nothing to maintain, giving them the confidence of someone who warms every room they walk into. The Anchor just is… and they have absolutely no idea how rare they really are.

…Sound familiar? You might be onto something…

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The Shadow

Abdicated Style × Emergent Identity

To a stranger, the Shadow leaves no impression at all. They’re perfectly presentable, agreeable, they’re the living, breathing poster child for the status-quo. There is nothing about their presentation that would cause someone to to do a double-take, and beneath the surface, this is entirely intentional.

To close friends, they’re the one texting you at 8am to ask if their top is okay, and then again at 8:14 — always about a detail so minor you didn’t even notice it until they pointed it out. Their self-doubt doesn’t announce itself to the world. It surfaces only in safety, only with the people who have already been trusted, and even then it comes out as nervous laughter, constant second-guessing, and apologizing for things that don’t require an apology.

The Shadow has a vivid, specific, fully-formed interior world. They know exactly what they like. What they lack is permission, permission they’re waiting for from a source that has never actually withheld it, because the judgment they fear has not arrived and may never arrive. They talk themselves out of the thing they love before anyone has said a single word against it. The gap between what they are drawn to and what they actually wear is significant. They feel it every day.

The Heir

Abdicated Style × Expressed Identity

You know someone like this. The one who throws something on and arrives looking better than the people who hired a stylist. Who gets complimented on things they forgot they were wearing. Who makes effortlessness look less like a skill and more like a birthright.

You notice the piece they always wear, and ask about it. ‘This?” they say amusedly, “I’ve had this forever.’ What you don’t know is that they’ve given that answer a hundred times, and each time they’re just as surprised as the last. What puzzles them is that this is the thing people stop on — just an old ring, a worn-in jacket, a sweater they stole from their mom. It’s nothing special, per se, they just love it. They never thought anyone else would notice.

The Heir feels something close to guilt about how easily it comes — or if not guilt, a quiet bewilderment that the compliments keep arriving when they have done so little to earn them. They sometimes sense a subtle shift in how they’re treated, in how they’re spoken to, that makes them feel like they’re being studied or examined. That is the part they can’t explain. The room responds to something they cannot see in themselves.

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The Seeker

Authored Style × Emergent Identity

If you know what the Seeker has been obsessed with lately, you will immediately understand why they arrived looking the way they did. When they read The Secret History they swapped out their contacts for a pince-nez, after they came back from Paris they stopped blow-drying their hair, and the month they watched The White Lotus marked the beginning of their linen phase. When they encounter something they love, a character, a painting, a stranger on the street, there is an immediate translation impulse: How do I make this a part of me?

People commonly mistake them for being indecisive or scatterbrained, but every version is real. Every era is genuine. The Seeker changes because they are intrigued, and what they’re intrigued by keeps expanding. The Seeker is not chasing anything, they are continuously arriving.

The Sleepwalker

Habituated Style × Suppressed Identity

Watch the Sleepwalker pass a window display, or notice someone’s outfit. For a fraction of a second, you’ll see something flash across their face, a nearly imperceptible longing. Recognition, maybe — of who they were, or who they could be, if they just had the energy to care like that again. In the blink of an eye, the moment ends, and they continue on like nothings happened.

The Sleepwalker used to care. They know they used to care. Getting dressed used to mean something, they remember it, even though it feels like a lifetime ago. Somewhere between then and now, it all became routine. They’re burnt out in the specific, under-acknowledged way that creeps up and quietly removes things from your life until you look up one day and realize you cannot remember the last time you felt like yourself.

They feel embarrassed, and that makes it even harder to change. The gap between who they were and who they are seems impossible to bridge, and picking out an outfit is just one more impossible task. To everyone else, they look fine. That, as it turns out, is the loneliest part.

The Proxy

Habituated Style × Emergent Identity

The Proxy is your friend who always looks incredible, whose apartment looks like a Pinterest board, who seems to have figured out some code you haven’t — and who, if you asked them what they actually wanted — would go quiet for just a second too long before answering.

Every piece they own has been vetted, cross-referenced against the people they admire, confirmed by enough outside sources that wearing it feels safe. In a room full of people trying to figure out the right answer, the Proxy is the gold standard. They’re the ones who look like they just belong.

What no one sees is that this ‘taste’, this ‘style’, isn’t actually theirs. They’ve been borrowing it for so long it’s started to feel like their own, and they have an irrational fear that someone is going to ‘figure them out’. They’ve scanned the guest list, checked the tags for dress code, and when someone shows up wearing the exact same thing they picked out, they’re not even mad. Frankly, it’s a relief.

Sometimes they reach for something different, but they always pull back. They talk themselves out of it, and tell themselves its not practical, not really an option.

The Proxy always looks like they know exactly what they’re doing. The question is, are they actually ever doing what they want?

This is The 9 in full.

Nine positions. Two axes. One map that shows you the distance between who you are, and how you show up.

The Performer can become the Architect. The Ghost can become the Seeker. The Sleepwalker can wake up. Your archetype today is a function of where you are right now, in this moment, but you cannot move from a position you cannot see.

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Most people are not failing at style, they’re succeeding at something else: minimizing who they are in a world that has a very specific opinion about who you should be. The way you get dressed is a behavioral record. It is not what you intend, it is what you do. And it’s this seemingly small, unconscious daily act that is the most accurate prediction of who you are becoming.

Your style is a self-fulfilling prophecy. You dress for the person you think you are now, and thats exactly who you turn out to be. What a profound waste it would be, to spend your one precious life trying to look like someone else.

In the coming weeks I’ll be writing more about each archetype; what it looks like from the inside, how it feels, and what it means to find yourself somewhere you didn’t expect.

For those who want to go further, POSTURE is the private curriculum. In 90 days, you will have developed a fluency in yourself that most people spend their entire lives trying to acquire. You will understand precisely what your appearance has been saying, and what it has been costing you to say it.

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You change three times before you leave. You arrive somewhere and feel immediately feel awkward. People compliment you and it makes you feel like an imposter. You’ve been underestimated by people who should know better. Overlooked in situations where you were easily the most qualified person present. You have a rich, specific inner life that for whatever reason, your appearance has never quite caught up to.

POSTURE is a private publication on the behavioral psychology of personal style. Each entry names one specific thing you’re doing that’s been shaping how you’re perceived without your knowledge. The best part? I’m going to tell you exactly how to correct it.

No affiliate links, no shopping lists or influencer bullshit and above all, no one telling you what to wear. This is not style advice. It is the forensic analysis of personal style.

This is what it looks like when it works:

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Bonjour, my black swans!

Is it just me or did March fly by? I know I’m writing this while it’s still technically March, but my birthday is over so mentally, I’m in April. I am exhausted yet energized, realizing that I might have finally bit off more than I can chew. Ah, but who would I be without the delightful buzz of caffeine in my ear and my prized obsessions?!

A typical Tuesday in the month of March:

Wake up at 6am, hit snooze until 6:15. Carefully get out of bed and tip-toe around the labyrinth that is my polly-pocket sized Manhattan bedroom (without waking Nick or pushing over my bookcase of shoes, therefore waking up Draco and beginning the calamity), brush my teeth (I don’t know how people wait until after coffee, if I wait more than five minutes to brush my teeth I want to rip my gums out), walk around with ice cubes pressed to my collarbones, fish out some kim chi with my bare hands (they’re clean, its not gross), activate morning synth mix and zoooneeee out writing ‘til around 9.

From 9-9:20, I get dressed for my job Method Acting as a Woman in Corporate, and accessorize until my earlobes hurt. On school days, my closet operates like a vending machine, quick n’ easy. But Friday through Sunday, my wardrobe is the buffet at the country club of my dreams. Endless options, unlimited time, back again and again to change, readjust, gorge and make elaborate concoctions. But back to Tuesday. I snatch some food from the fridge, headphones back on and I’m on my way (I wouldn’t call it a run… more of a fierce walk…though if I’ve ever left you a voice memo during this time I know you’re rolling your eyes right now hahaha), to catch the express train. Fridays have a much sexier morning routine, thats when I see my trainer (Hi, Bri!) which produces so many endorphins I feel like a dolphin in a Lisa Frank painting.

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The 9-5 flies by, and on the train home I either edit videos or read a book, and I usually select the latter because my eyes are burning. This wouldnt be the case if I didnt forget my blue light glasses, but I was literally sprinting out the door, sooo happens more often than not. When I get home, I shed my exoskeleton and hit the gym as soon as possible (if I make it more than 20 feet or get minorly comfortable, the bet is off). 30 minutes of weights, 40 minutes of cardio, and one Alani energy drink for good luck (have you had the pink slush flavor? It’s the color of the energizer bunny if the energizer bunny was electrocuted. Highly recommend.)

After the gym, i usually check my phone for the first time in hours, and sit on the floor Japanese-style and eat whatever I made on Sunday, which I’ve been pretty good at keeping up with. I have a strict no-plastic rule, so even when I drink my Elixir (Zero Sugar Canada Dry & Dad Grass), it will always be inside some kind of crystal goblet, or a spiky little tumbler. My current programming is either re-runs of The Legend of Vox Machina (the best show ever created, please HURRY UP WITH SEASON 4), The Mighty Nein (same request, for the love of the dawn-father), High Potential, AP Bio, and Bob’s Burgers (who am I without Bobs Burgers reruns?) This usually concludes around 830, when I start to feel the rising yet benevolent pressure to re-focus, which leads to the staying-up-too-late habit I just can’t seem to shake. I try to play Worldle but I suck at it, which is infuriating, so I’ll play Connections, which I’m far better at, and it restores my waning ego.

I cannot wait!

until I have unlimited time to make my wardrobe and jewelry collection into a full-scale potions laboratory. I love giant rings, bulbous jewels, I love to layer and layer until my chiropractor scolds me like a child caught rummaging through great-grandmas armoire. There is so much glamour in the details, the spice and delight of something strange! One of my all-time favorite icons is Iris Apfel, and she is the gold standard for me in all things accessories. She looked like a walking bibliography and I find that so intoxicating. Like my fascination with watching chess savants, I could have just stare at her all day. Fun fact: I tried to win this coat of hers when it went on sale at Christies, but I was beat out by someone who paid more than triple my asking price. As a side note, do we think they dry clean those items before sale, or do you think people want to smell like the person who wore it? Or moreover, do you think people want to be able to smell the person on the item itself, like a way to inhabit, a method-acting horocrux?

I finished The Secret History and have…so many thoughts. One of the biggest things that stood out to me was the style of each of the characters.

My obsession with this was catalogued, recorded, deleted (WHY) and then re-recorded here:

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The way they were described was so vivid, so real, its one of the few stories I can think of where without the detail of clothing, garments, accessories or lack-thereof, the story would have fallen flat. I want to create study guides, rubrics for my favorite books to discuss these kinds of themes, how clothing is so important even in settings we cant see it, we must imagine it. I think that makes it even more compelling, not to mention the part it plays in power, allegiance, diligence, and mourning.

Speaking of books, ACOTR is releasing two more books and…. I am so excited. If you read this series, tell me which one was your favorite, and why is is the second one?

My bank account is always screaming, on account that I treat it more like a vault at Gringotts that magically and perpetually overflows, HOWEVER! IT’S VINTAGE SEASON! One of my followers on tiktok (@theangelicamis) creates videos with entire listings of when and where they’ll be, and not only do I want to go, but I want to shop with you! We can split a cheeky smoke and rifle through clothes like Eloise at the Plaza.

• Specially, im looking for: old playboys, vogues, brooches, statement rings, socks (is that gross?) something argyle, and maybe some fun hair accessories. I just recently started ‘doing’ my hair, and I want to style it more with accessories.

I’m running late (what’s new) and have to hit publish now or never, so if you’ve read this far, thank you! I know this is a total deviation from what I normally write about, but my hope (goal?) is to make part of The A List more personal, so you can get to know more about me as a person, and not just the person who is obsessed with what you wear, ha!

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List

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Standing in front of your wardrobe, you glare into the abyss.

Your fingernails dig into your hips as your index fingers tap an impatient little dance, and for the millionth time you ask yourself: What the fuuuuck am I going to wear?

You scan the tops of hangers and feel the annoyance rising, that specific, familiar irritation of someone who knows they have done this before and cannot believe they are doing it again. Your foot taps. You exhale. You start rifling.

I have to have something.

You do have something. You have everything. And somehow, standing in front of all of it, you have never felt more certain that what you have, in fact, is nothing.

It’s unbelievable; someone who shops as much as you do, who thinks about this as much as you do, should not end up here, at 7am, exhausted before the day has started. This spectacle of decisions is the performance of your lifetime, and you are but a puppet on it’s strings.

That evil little voice, whispering in your ear, telling you that everything looks wrong, it doesn't belong to you. It never did. It belongs to the “audience”, the one you've been performing for every single morning without ever once stopping to ask who they are, where they came from, or why you keep letting them in.

In 1791, Jeremy Bentham designed a prison where the inmates could never tell when they were being watched. They eventually stopped needing guards because the inmates started monitoring themselves so closely, it rang redundant.

Your wardrobe is that prison. And the only person watching you is yourself.

Before you could scroll, there was a watchtower.

Before anyone taught you what an aesthetic was, you already knew how to perform. You learned it at the dinner table. In the school hallway. At your first job where you understood, without anyone saying it directly, what kind of person got taken seriously, and what kind didn’t.

You may have moved, have changed, you may have dreamed of a different way, but one thing has always remained: You have always lived in the tower.*

*my literary freaks, see what I did there? ;)

We are suffering from an epidemic of sameness.

Not because people lack taste. Not because everyone secretly wants to look identical (actually, I could make an argument that people love nothing more than looking like clones, but for the sake of this article I’ll push that thought away). But because the watchtower is so loud, and the performance so exhausting, that most people have quietly made the choice to bow out, to make themselves digestible, to make the easier play. Give the world what it wants before anyone has a chance to say no, before anyone has a chance to look at you twice.

Everyone is dressed, but almost no one is actually present.

People love to blame Instagram and Tiktok, and while theres enough blame to go around, your online life isnt solely responsible for this performance. The version of you that walks into a meeting, the version of you that exists in photographs, and the version of you that stands in front of your wardrobe at 7am, they are all, now, the same continuous audience.

You didn’t escape the prison.
You just forgot you were in it.

The audience in your head isn’t one person. It never was.

It’s a cast of mutilated events, opinions and oppressions all morphed together. They’ve assembled over decades, cast their own parts, and every morning when you stand in front of that wardrobe, every single one of them shows up.

Allow me to introduce!

The Critic!
Every person who ever evaluated you before you were old enough to argue back. A teacher. A parent. A boss in your first “real” job. They said something once about how you presented yourself, something they’ve completely forgotten. But you haven’t.

The Room!
What will they think? Not who specifically, just they. A nameless, faceless consensus you’ve been trying to satisfy since adolescence. The outfit that can’t be too much or too little. The one that says I tried without saying I tried too hard. The Room has never once told you what it actually wants. That’s the point. Uncertainty is what keeps you performing, and look how good you’re doing.

The Wound!
The sharp stab of an insult, the scab you pick just to see if the scar is still there. You tell yourself they don’t matter, youre the one in charge of your life, who cares what they think, anyway. Yet every time you approach it, each time you pick it enough to bleed, you bandage it up with something safer. The thing you stopped wearing…the color you put back…the version of yourself you decided was too much…away she goes, in the back of the closet, where she belongs.

The Person You Were Supposed To Be By Now!
She’s the most exhausting one. She has it together. She dresses like someone who has arrived. She chastises you for wanting to be comfortable, ridicules you each time you skip the gym, mocks you each time you see someone wearing something you long for. She has been five years ahead of you your entire life, and she reminds you every day that she always will be.

None of these people are in the room with you, but each one of them is running your wardrobe. And if they’re the ones in charge, that means you have no idea what you actually look like.

Not what you look like when you’re performing for the Critic, or softening yourself for the Room, or reaching for the person you haven’t become yet. What you look like when the audience is gone and the only question left is: what do I actually want to wear?

Most people have never answered that question.

Because in the panopticon, you are never alone long enough to ask it.

Here’s the part you’re not going to like: You cannot get out by not caring.

I know that’s the fantasy. The capsule wardrobe. The uniform. The deliberate, principled refusal to participate. I don’t think about clothes. I have more important things to focus on. The people who say this believe they have escaped the performance. They have not. They have simply outsourced their identity to someone else, and called it freedom.

The oversized hoodie worn as a statement of “not caring” is still a statement.

The person who wears the same thing every day so they doesn’t have to “think about” it is still being judged by every person, in every room they walk into.

There is no neutral. There is no exit.
There is no version of having a body in public that is not, in some way, a performance.

The people who believe otherwise aren’t free.

They’re just performing a different story about themselves, the story of a person who is somehow above all of this.

And that story?
That story is the most carefully maintained performance of all.

So if there’s no exit, there’s only one option.

You become the architect.

Not the inmate who has stopped “noticing” the tower. Not the person abandoning freedom and lazily calling it power. The architect: The one who looks at the structure directly, sees exactly who built it and why, and decides: this is not my design. Because here’s the thing about a prison you built yourself: You have the blueprint.

Who did I think I was?

That question has been running in the background of every outfit decision you have ever made. It sounds like self-doubt, but i promise, it isn’t. It’s the tower talking, the algorithm, the wound, the room, the person you haven’t become yet, all of them asking you to make yourself smaller, safer, easier, flatter, less.

The question was never who did I think I was.
The question is: who are you dressing for?

And for the first time… that answer gets to be yours.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List

Romantic Gothic: visual severity anchored in emotional depth.

The 5 Core Competencies of the Romantic Gothic aesthetic are:

Severe silhouette, palette restriction, textural gravity, symbolic adornment, and repetition over novelty.

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The Romantic Gothic took root long before it found a name.

Emerging from the fevered imagination of the Romantic movement (discussed earlier here), emotion eclipsed reason and nature was no longer pastoral, but that of the sublime. The Brontë sisters*, alongside figures such as Mary Shelley and Edgar Allan Poe, shifted literature toward intensity rather than civility. In Wuthering Heights*, attachment becomes identity. In Jane Eyre, moral conviction resists social containment, and in Frankenstein, devotion curdles into isolation. Across these works, feeling is not passive, not felt and released. It is destabilizing, it is absolute, and more often than not, it is delightfully, engagingly, murderously destructive.

*If your mental image involves Margot Robbie in couture, consider this a loving reminder that libraries are still free 🖤

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Early Victorian fashion under Queen Victoria emphasized modesty, structure, and restraint.

After the death of Prince Albert in 1861, Queen Victoria’s mourned his death until her own passing in 1901. The grief of the queen seeped into the lives of her people, as they ritualized the wearing of heavy black garments, jet jewelry, fitted bodices with long sleeves which created very striking, controlled silhouettes. These visual codes of containment and solemnity intersected with Romantic literature’s emphasis on intensity and devotion and created the aesthetic tension between emotional extremity and external discipline, the very foundation of what we now recognize as Romantic Gothic.

Romantic Gothic was not confined to literature, as by the mid to late 19th centruy the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood revived medieval subjects, the beautiful, elongated female figures and richly textured garments that went in the opposite direction of academic classicism. Artists such as John Everett Millais and Dante Gabriel Rossetti emphasized tragic heroines, saturated color, symbolic ornament, and historical dress, reinforcing the Romantic preoccupation with devotion, loss, and moral intensity.

In the twentieth century, designers like Alexander McQueen repeatedly drew from Victorian mourning, Gothic literature, and religious symbolism in collections such as Dante and The Widows of Culloden, restoring corsetry, dark palettes, and ecclesiastical references to high fashion. John Galliano, particularly during his tenure at Christian Dior, reintroduced medieval and Catholic visual codes, including cruciform jewelry, velvet columns, and severe silhouettes.

Dante is the eighth collection by British fashion designer Alexander McQueen, released for the August/Winter 1996 season. Its concept was mainly inspired by the 14th century Florentine poet, writer and philosopher Dante Alighieri and his famous work Divine Comedy.

As fashion moved through modernism, minimalism, and postmodernism, the Romantic Gothic vocabulary persisted in cycles: dark palettes, structured containment, symbolic ornament, and an emphasis on psychological depth over surface decoration. Frankenstein, Jane Eyre, and Wuthering Heights continued to circulate through film, theater, and education, preserving themes of obsession, isolation, and moral extremity.

THE AESTHETIC METHOD

The complete psychological and behavioral blueprint for becoming this aesthetic in real life, accomplished through the 5 Core Competencies.

There’s a reason it works on some and not on others…and its rarely the clothes.

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PHASE I: SEVERE SILHOUETTE
Days 1–6

Romantic Gothic begins with structure. The body must look contained, vertical, and deliberate.

Wardrobe Installation

• Remove shapeless garments.

• Introduce at least one high neckline.

• Prioritize long sleeves.

• Add one structured coat or jacket with vertical emphasis.

• Replace low-rise or casual silhouettes with defined waistlines.

Behavioral Installation

• Sit upright without leaning back casually.

• Reduce hand gestures by half.

• Walk 10 percent slower than your natural pace.

• Practice holding eye contact two seconds longer than comfortable.

• Eliminate nervous laughter.

Study

1. Explore Victorian dress construction archives at the Victoria and Albert Museum

2. John Galliano for Dior Fall 2000 Couture

3. Observe Royal Posture Protocol

4. Voice Training Exercise: Record yourself reading one page from Wuthering Heights. Lower your pitch slightly. Slow your pace. Remove filler words.

Practice:

Stand against a wall for five minutes daily, back flat, chin level. Stillness is a trained skill.

PHASE II: PALETTE RESTRICTION
Days 7–11

Romantic Gothic does not rely on chromatic variety. It relies on restraint.
A restricted palette increases coherence, authority, and memorability. When chromatic noise decreases, structure becomes visible.

Wardrobe Installation

• Remove bright white and all high-vibrancy color, such as neons and pastels

• Build a five-color capsule with the following guidelines:

  • 1 deep dark: such as black, charcoal,

  • 1 deep warm: such as oxblood, plum, pomegranate

  • 1 deep cool: such as forest, sapphire, emerald

  • 1 neutral (dependent on your skin tone): such as ivory, sand, crystal, gray, bone, cream

  • 1 elemental: such as bronze, pewter, gold, silver. mother of pearl

• Avoid visible logos.

Environmental Installation

• Replace bright overhead lighting with warm lamps.

• Remove acrylic or high-gloss decor.

• ntroduce one dark floral element: deep red roses, dried branches, muted foliage.

Study

1. Review mourning dress practices under Queen Victoria

2. Watch selected scenes from Jane Eyre (2011), focusing only on color and lighting

3. Observe how saturation is deep but limited, never scattered in The Pre-Raphaelite work.

Practice:

For five days, repeat the same dark base layer. Build everything around it. Let familiarity replace variety.

PHASE III: TEXTURAL GRAVITY
Days 12–17

Weight changes perception.
Light fabrics read casual. Gloss reads modern. Weight reads committed. Romantic Gothic requires material density.

Wardrobe Installation

• Introduce velvet, wool, matte silk, or structured cotton.

• Remove flimsy synthetics and thin stretch blends.

• Replace overly distressed denim with structured alternatives.

• Add matte leather boots.

• Introduce at least one garment with visible seam structure or tailoring.

Sensory Installation

• Remove overly sweet fragrances, including sugary body washes or fruit-forward scents.

• Replace glossy lip products with matte formulas.

• Use heavier fabrics in your environment, wool throws, linen curtains.

• Replace thin plastic accessories with leather, metal, or stone.

• Explore darker scent profiles: incense, vetiver, labdanum, smoky rose.

Fragrance houses to explore: Serge Lutens, Diptyque, Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Study

1. Alexander McQueen Fall 1996 “Dante”

2. Visit The Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute

3. Understand scent training as a discipline, not a shopping spree (free download)

Psychological Anchor:

Heavier scent profiles are subconsciously associated with depth, maturity, and permanence.

PHASE IV: SYMBOLIC ADORNMENT
Days 18–23

Adornment must mean something.

Wardrobe Installation

• Eliminate all trend-based accessories.

• Eliminate charm bracelets and anything that moves excessively when you speak.

• Replace thin chains with one heavier chain that sits deliberately at the collarbone.

• Replace novelty handbags with structured, understated leather.

• Ensure your sleeves and collars frame your layers, rather than crowd it.

• If wearing a cross or cameo, keep the rest of the jewelry minimal, no additional focal points.

Behavioral Installation

• Keep your chin level when referenced.

• Speak one sentence fewer than you normally would.

• Do not play with jewelry while speaking.

• Understand: Romantic Gothic adornment does not seek validation. It tolerates projection.

Study

1. Explore Victorian mourning jewelry

2. Read (for free!) chapters of: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

3. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Reliquary Collection

4. Become a (free) member of The Morbid Anatomy Library

Practice:

Choose one symbolic piece of jewelry to wear. For three days, wear no jewelry except your chosen symbol. Write (by hand) a private explanation of its significance.

PHASE V: REPETITION OVER NOVELTY
Days 24–30

This is where the aesthetic stabilizes. If Romantic Gothic is to become identity rather than performance, it must be predictable.

Wardrobe Installation

• Repeat the same silhouette five times in one week.

• Rotate the same boots repeatedly.

• Stop shopping entirely for seven days.

• Remove style scrolling from social media.

The goal is recognizability.

Behavioral Installation

• Lower vocal pitch slightly when speaking.

• Practice silence instead of immediate response.

• Remove filler words.

• Delay emotional reactions.

• Keep your pace of movement steady across environments.

• Do not suddenly over-animate in social settings.

Repetition builds expectation. Expectation builds authority.

Study

1. The Mere Exposure Effect: How you can become more likable and powerful by doing one, simple thing.

2. Gothic Revival Architecture: how medieval forms were repeated in the 19th century to create continuity with the past.

3. The recurring motifs in The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe, note how his repetition is not subtle, it’s obsessive.

4. Study how Dante Gabriel Rossetti paints the same elongated face, same parted lips, same heavy hair across works.

Psychological Anchor:

Predictability in presentation creates certainty in perception.

THE COMPLETE INTELLECTUAL IMMERSION SYLLABUS

Read (for free!)

Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Frankenstein, Dracula, The Raven, Lord Byron

Watch

1. ANN DEMEULEMEESTER Spring Summer 1996 Paris

2. John Galliano for Christian Dior, Fall 2000, Haute Couture

3. Alexander McQueen, Fall 2006, “Widows of Culloden”

Witness

Ophelia (1851–1852) — John Everett Millais
A study in stillness, enclosure, and devotional attention to detail. Notice the vertical containment of the body within dense natural repetition.

The Bride of Lammermoor (c. 1830) — Eugène Delacroix
Observe emotional extremity held within compositional discipline. Color is deep, not scattered.

The Monk by the Sea (1808–1810) — Caspar David Friedrich
A single figure dwarfed by atmosphere. Study negative space, horizon line, and tonal restraint.

Beata Beatrix (1864–1870) — Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Devotion embodied. Notice repetition of face type, palette control, and symbolic objects.

Saturn Devouring His Son (1819–1823) — Francisco Goya
Psychological darkness rendered through shadow density and restrained color.

DAY 30: Your Final Runway

Curate one full Romantic Gothic look and photograph it in low, natural light. Focus on your posture, your control, your decorations, your palette. Take everything you have learned, and ask yourself:

• Is my silhouette controlled?

• Is my palette disciplined?

• Do the textures in my outfit hold, or weigh me down?

• Is my adornment intentional or for attention?

• If this became your default, what part of you would resist it?

• What standard would you have to uphold to keep it believable?

• What does this look commit you to, and what behavior of yours would contradict it?

If you have accomplished this completely, you will have become someone new, someone worthy of the Romantic Gothic.

Find peace and internal calm in the quest for self, yearn for the devotion to become more than merely mortal, and above all, to thine own self, be true.

Your power is greater than even you can know.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List

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POSTURE is the exclusive syllabus on identity, aesthetic reinforcement, and the self-fulfilling nature of style.

If I asked you what you wore three days ago… could you tell me?

Not what you usually wear. Your actual clothes, the color of your shirt, your exact socks, down to the color of your laces.

I’d be willing to bet that you’d probably spend more time trying to remember than you did choosing it.

In a world where attention is the most expensive commodity, we are choosing autopilot and invisibility.

We have become to lazy to look like ourselves.

When I had just graduated from college, I drove to work each day.

Once you get over the jump-scare that is me driving (I was taken off my parents insurance long ago and replaced with the far more responsible choice: my husband) It took me around thirty minutes, and other than the music I blasted from my 2008 Jeep, it was a boring drive. Latte in hand, the same route traversed, those thirty minutes passed as if they barely existed. I’d arrive in the parking lot with this brief flash of panic—Did I stop at that red light? Was there traffic? Obviously, I had arrived safely, but I couldn’t tell you a single detail of how.

The brain, when given repetition, fills in the blanks and checks out. It’s efficient, it’s adaptive, but its dangerous. Because when something becomes daily, expected, normal, it becomes invisible.

When you get dressed, your mind isnt there.

It’s already clocked in, already in that meeting, already panicking about those Valentine’s Day reservations you still haven’t made. Psychologists call this “automaticity”, the brain offloading routine tasks to free up cognitive space. You might know it by its sexier stage name: Multitasking. What it really is, is absence.

You’re thinking about everything except the thing you’re doing.

Multitasking makes us think were productive.

But no matter how you cut it, efficiency will always be the enemy of choice because choice is where your identity actually lives.

We get dressed the same way we use our phones, and we wonder why everyone is starting to look the same.

I talk about this often, this epidemic of sameness that we are experiencing.

In a time where the world is supposed to be our oyster, we jump inside the cozy, blue lights of the algorithm and seek out ways to look the same as everyone around us.

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You don’t scroll because you care, you scroll because youre restless.

The reward isn’t meaning; it’s relief. A low-friction stream of stimuli that keeps your brain soothed, occupied, anesthetized.

And just like your clothes, you rarely remember what you consumed.

You got dressed. You arrived. But can you actually say that you were there?

Most people don’t think of themselves as passive. They think of themselves as practical.

Low-maintenance. Busy. Efficient. They tell themselves they know what works, and that knowing what works is the same thing as knowing who they are.

What you fail to see is that you can be both, if not all, of these things at once. You can be incredibly passive and busy, low-maintenance and efficient. None of these are mutually exclusive, and its this very guise that is ruining your perception.

Passivity looks like avoiding decisions that might draw attention, invite comment, or make you explain yourself. It looks like mistaking familiarity for fit (my favorite line: I just like to be comfortable!) because something you’ve worn before feels safer than something you haven’t tried yet.

Have you ever found yourself wearing the same kind of outfit to the same kinds of events? I have a friend who hates dresses, and yet every time a wedding comes around, she seems literally incapable of wearing something other than a floor-length gown. Why is this? Because the socially acceptable, digestable norm is a safer option that going outside your comfort zone to express who you really are. The trial and error is scarier than the knowledge that one day, you’re going to catch your reflection, and have no idea who that person is.

If you’re feeling slightly defensive right now, that’s normal.

If you’re mentally arguing exceptions—but I do think about it sometimes—that’s also normal. This isn’t a test you pass or fail. It’s a mirror. And the funny thing about mirrors is they work whether we like what they show us or not. Don’t shoot the messenger, believe it or not, I’m on your side.

Your brain, my brain, is designed to conserve energy.

When you repeat a behavior often enough, your mind learns that it doesn’t need to stay fully present, and creates a lovely little shortcut.

Psychologists call this a habit loop: cue, routine, reward. The cue is the morning. The routine is getting dressed. The reward is not having to think too hard.

This loop becomes more and more efficient until your brain is able to outsource your options. What you wore yesterday is good enough for today, your attention fragments, part of you is here, but the larger part of you is somewhere else. This is cognitive offloading: using repetition to free up mental space.

Passive consumption, of content, of clothing, of aesthetics, trains acceptance over intention. You become very good at saying “this is fine” and very bad at asking “is this me?”

And herein lies the fatal flaw: when you get so used to autopilot, when you surrender fully to the efficiency machine, you detach yourself from authorship.

You no longer take responsibility for how you look, essentially telling your brain “Eh, I am what I am.” It comes so easily and feel so natural, but its always the sticky-sweet honey trap that swallows us whole in the end.

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And now,

as I find myself expanding out of the goo and into my new form, the light feels harsh and the breeze feels cold.

I look back at the cocoon I made, the one I’m so very proud of, and for once, I feel nostalgia. The place I used to dwell, the place I painted walls and hung up photos, where I sprayed lavender on the sheets and lit candles in every room.

I know every inch of this cocoon I spun for myself. I know how each emotion feels, and just how much I have to do in order to stay where I am, right now, which is so much farther than I’ve ever been before. I built my cocoon to keep me safe, to cushion the blow of heavy emotions and block out my ringing ears with thick wads of cotton. I wrapped myself tightly around my precious dreams; I held them so close to my chest I thought they would press through my ribcage and nestle next to my heart, drumming along to my now-steady breathing.

I could scream as loudly as I wanted

and nothing would break; I could sleep for days and be sweetly surrendered to another realm.

My incubator for the dreams I was too afraid to murmur out loud, lest the devil that is practicality should hear and drive me away in shame.

I slept so long, I returned.

I understood, clearly now, that this world, the one that surrounds me, is not enough. My desires and preoccupations are too loud to ignore the obvious truth: A low burn will never produce enough heat to keep me warm. I have to scorch the earth, become the cosmic explosion that forms a new kind of gravity.*

*I’ve always known this, but if you had asked me before to say it out loud, I would have stammered. Cheeks fuming, I would have bit my tongue.

The fear and the loathing.

I think of all the times I was told to be reasonable, practical, to set myself up for success.

I immerse myself in these memories, an ice bath, until my fingernails puncture the skin of my palm and I didnt even realize I was clenching my fists. What is a life, if not lived! Why would I ever want to fall back on anything, when I could fall forward, instead?

Oh, how I have hated myself for all the times I have surrendered to the seduction of comfort, the lies and siren songs of pitiful practicality.

I don’t belong in a cocoon anymore. And that may be a freakish feeling, but at least it is mine.

Because I would rather be terrified, a child whimpering with her arms outstretched in the pitch black, than stand in the light of day with that low, sour pit in my stomach that grows each time I fall short of who i am. Who I know I could be.

My greatest fear is that pit will grow, fester, livid and acidic, consuming me from the inside out, like a worm boring through a rotten apple.

I imagine that I’m standing at the edge of a very long cliff, at the edge of a jagged peak that looms above the ground. I stand with my feet webbed with rocks and earthen rind, and down below, I see you. In pools of moss, green eyes glinting in the moonlight, you wait.

When I look at you I realize I have no fear of heights.

I will jump not when I’m ready, but when I don’t think about it at all.
I don’t think it will feel like a leap; I think it will feel like flying.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana

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The problem isn’t your wardrobe… it’s what your brain does with it

Across clinical descriptions of social anxiety, the most common fear isnt ‘being disliked’, its being seen as “boring, stupid, or incompetent’’, and visibly anxious.

The fear isnt “they wont like me”, its theyll think im boring, I’ll look foolish, they’ll see I dont belong.

It’s not really a fear of social settings, it a fear of being looked through like an x-ray, while having to hear the laughs from those who someone have bones made from diamonds.

In these moments, all your brain wants is clarity. Certainty.

The clothes you wear turn into the proof your brain needs because they are the most visibly obvious thing about you.

Your outfit turns into a story: This is how I’ll come across, this is what they’ll judge me by.

It’s not really your clothes that are causing you to feel this way, its the meaning your brain gives them.

Clothing changes how you act

What you wear is never neutral. No matter what, your brain will always link how others see you as connected to what youre wearing. If there is something humans are very good at, we know the feeling of being watched. And when something you’re wearing feels noticeable, unfamiliar, or loaded with expectation, your body adjusts.

You don’t think: I’m anxious now.
Instead, your behavior shifts.

1. Your attention turns inward

The moment your clothes feel “on display,” part of your focus leaves the room and turns back on you.

You start checking yourself: Do I look strange right now? Am I pulling this off? Are they looking at me weird?

When that happens, your body tightens. You speak more carefully. You move less freely. You stop reacting naturally and start managing yourself.

Nothing is wrong with your outfit, but it’s now operating like a mirror you can’t stop glancing at.

And the more you watch yourself, the harder it is to stay present.

2. Your clothes raise the stakes

Every outfit carries expectations.

Some clothes say: Be sharp! Be capable!

Others say: You’ll be noticed if you wear that... people might will stare...

And some say: This isn’t who you usually are?! You better figure that out, fast!!!

If what you’re wearing feels like it demands more than you’re confident you can deliver, pressure builds. Mistakes feel riskier. Silence feels heavier. Every moment feels like a test.

So you don’t relax into the situation, you contain yourself.

Your brain starts whispering: If you mess up while looking like this, it will be humiliating.

3. Your body feels exposed

Social anxiety isn’t just about being seen. It’s about being seen while struggling.

When clothing feels tight, revealing, eye-catching, or out-of-sync, your body feels less protected.

And when your body feels exposed, it prepares for threat:

• shoulders draw in

• movements shrink

• energy turns inward

You don’t step forward. You brace.

Why you can’t just “fake it till you make it”

You’ve probably heard the advice: Dress like you own the room! Make your OWN confidence!

All of these tropes are meaningless, because if you dont actually feel confident, adding more clothes doesnt help. It just creates pressure.

No matter how composed you are, pressure will leak out in your behavior.

There are three common patterns that change everything, and once you know what yo look for, you’ll start noticing them everywhere…especially in yourself.

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You treat your style like it belongs to a character; someone that only lives in your imagination.

You fill your closet with items you don’t wear, and wonder who stares back at you through the mirror.

Understand: Buying something is not the plunge, wearing it is.

The water doesnt get any warmer the longer you wait.

Be misunderstood

Stop over-explaining, stop over-curating. No logo, core or trend is more ‘you’ than you. This idea that we can only define ourselves through constant consumption, constant checking, following, purchasing, is meaningless. You are not an item. You’re outsourcing your identity for mass appeal.

Don’t round out the edges of your personality to be more palatable for others. If they cut their tongue on your plate of offerings, let them bleed. You have no gods! You have no masters! Sit comfortably in the waters of yourself, imagine new and different ways to appear, to behave, to become. The endless opportunities every single day that your free will allows.

Be ugly

CRAVE SOMETHING MORE THAN THE BEAUTY OTHERS SEEK. Being ugly is the greatest gift you can give yourself. Purposely try to look ugly. THIS is when your style is really going to start expanding because youre going to see something that no one else has. Try something new. Mix things together youre convinced would never go. Wear something you swear would only look good on someone else. Mess it up, tear it down, try again.

Bury the idea that other people should like how you look deep into the frozen ground, hold a funeral for all of the times youve been so cruel to yourself you depended on the validation from others. Other people are nothing. You, my magnificent friend, are everything.

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trip and fall

Fail, fail often. Trip while youre sprinting ,and fall so hard your palms bleed. Stare directly in the sun and let the spotted vision blind you to the obstacles in your path. Lick your wounds with neosporin, smack on your dressings with pride.

Abandon the foolish notion that perfection is desirable, and end your ruminations about others. Try something new, something different, not for the sake of pride or glory but for the understanding that each time you fail, your brain rewards you with elasticity. Become proud of your own evolution, bear witness to the magnificent creations you summon into reality.

Long live the individual, with choices strange and chic! Long live the beauty in imperfection, the utmost glory of expressing our human soul!

You are not a misfit toy. You are haute couture, one of a kind. And there is no higher purpose than to bring your imagination to life.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List

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It’s nothing more than a not-so-stylish rebrand of (dry heaves) minimalism.

Before you commit to this doomed personal rebrand, take a good look at yourself and ask, which one of these do you want to be?

A beige, bland, if-you-were-a-spice-you’d-be-flour repeat?

OR

Someone that thinks for themselves?

Do you want to look like this silicon valley, instagram clone, epidemic of sameness?

Or when people look at you, do you want them to see you for the person you are?

If you want good style, then you already understand that your taste is currently sitting as un-lived potential.

If you want to communicate who you are through purchasing a new wardrobe, then you need to stop letting other people, WHO LOOK LIKE OTHER PEOPLE, tell you what to wear.

You need to ask yourself the following:

• What do I like? Stop thinking about clothes. What do you like?

• What books do you like to read? What characters do you identify with? What are your favorite colors, what are your favorite memories? Who are the people that you like to be with? What inspires you?

• If you ever find yourself thinking ‘I like this, but I dont know if [fill in the blank mystery person that you don’t actually know] does… STOP. START OVER.

Once you have identified what you, yourself, enjoy, like, are inspired by, only then should you begin curating your wardrobe. Purchasing anything before this point is a waste of time and money, and the only thing you’re going to prove is that you have a really big fetish for copy and paste.

You are never going to have good style by looking like someone else.

There is no magic formula. There is not right amount of beige or perfect amount of cable knit that replaces the work of finding out who you are.

And spoiler alert? It’s going to change.
Hopefully, a lot.
Hopefully, all the time.

The people who look the best are not the people that take style advice. They’re the ones who create their own style. Who relentlessly, joyously, passionatly, find themselves again and again and again. The people that we look up to years later, when what they did then becomes fashionable now.

Be ugly. Be weird.

Scrape the palatable conglomerate of the masses off your tongue and reach for a new taste. Your style is a self-fulfilling prophecy, and every day, YOU write the script.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List

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Under the clicks of ballpoint pens, written in invisible ink on the pages of a new calendar, there’s a single phrase relentlessly keeping time: one day.

One day, we’ll look good enough to wear what we want.
One day, we’ll have enough money saved for that trip.
One day, going to the gym will be as easy as slipping on trainers.
One day, we’ll get over our fear of judgement.
One day, we’ll will finally look in the mirror and see the person we were supposed to become.

One day.

The intensity of our planning, of this feeling, isn’t calm or hopeful. It’s urgent. Oily, it bubbles on top of our stomachs and burns like a corrosive, acidic layer.

We don’t plan because we’re organized.
We plan because we are afraid of staying the same.

What took me 30 years to understand is the person you’re planning for doesn’t exist. THE ONLY PERSON THAT EXISTS IS THE ONE WHO KEEPS MAKING THE SAME PROMISES.

The pressure we believe is necessary to creating lasting change is not the pressure that forms the diamond — because becoming the person you want to be is not the prize you receive for finishing The Work.

Your ‘new identity’ is not a reward.

It is the condition. It is, in fact, the very condition necessary for the behavior you seek to become automatic.

And until you realize this, your efforts to change will always fail.

It’s time to do something radically different.

You need to start at the end.

I think, therefore I am

When we make decisions, our brain operates in present tense, with what we think, feel and know, now. When we plan our life based on things were not currently experiencing, its guesswork.

Were trying to reverse-engineer our feelings: Assuming that if we do x, we will feel y, which will result in z.

The reason this fails is because its imaginary. You’re trying to mimic someone elses end results into your own life. We dont know how we will behave under conditions we’ve never experienced, because experience is the only thing that will allow us to understand our behavior.

You keep telling yourself you’re not who you want to be, instead of acting like you are.

Let’s say my goal is to dress better each day for work. And lets assume I woke up on a frigid Manhattan morning, where all I want to do is be warm, and comfortable.

I might think: You said you were going to dress better, but honestly, who can do this in this weather? I’m just want to be comfortable, I’ll start on a warmer day, or at least on a day I wake up earlier.

Now, what if I started from the end, instead?
What if I already was the person who dressed well for work, each day.

I would think: Man, it is freezing outside. That sweatshirt looks so cozy; I can’t wait to wear that when I get home. How about a sweater? Where’s that violet one I like…I bet I could wear that belt I bought last year with this… and of course flats on the subway but when I get to work, I can change into my favorite pumps….now, what earrings can I grab…

Do you see the difference?

When you behave as though you are already the kind of person who does what you’re trying to do, your mind recalibrates in real time. Decisions become simpler because they are no longer hypothetical. They are contextual.

You are not who you want to be. You are who you think you are.

How to begin today:

• If your goal is saving money: Set one automatic transfer to your savings account, today. Pick an amount small enough that you won’t turn it off next month. $5 is enough. It’s better than zero, no?

• If your goal is confidence: Speak first once per day, even if your contribution is brief or imperfect. Do not wait for ‘the perfect time’. If someone got your coffee order wrong, that’s as good a time as any.

Dress for the job you want, not the one you have

Thinking about something doenst make it real.

Mental rehearsal is a very powerful tool, but most people are using it very, very wrong.

When you visualize something, you are doing so in the present, but you are thinking of yourself in the future. Your brain takes both of these elements and uses them as confirmation of your present identity: Someone who thinks, but does not act.

If you don’t pair your thought with action, it will never manifest.

You’ll begin to see this, constantly:

• Spending hours online filling carts with clothes you want to wear but never purchase

• Reading all sorts of different recipes yet never getting the necessary ingredients

• Wanting to appear differently but resorting to your old ways

• Wanting to be more confident but never putting yourself in a position that would require it

The mistake is believing that rehearsal itself moves you forward.

What actually moves you forward is crossing a threshold, even (especially) poorly. Action introduces resistance, feedback, and adjustment. Rehearsal does not. Without failure, there is no success.

How to begin today:

• If you want to be bolder: go to your closet and ask yourself, What would I wear, to be bold? Is it a bright color? A statement ring? When you go out tonight, wear it.

• If you want to be a better chef: Sharpen your knives. When you use them, they’ll be ready. Practice what someone who is a good chef would already do.

Motivation is a myth

William James said it best: we do not run because we feel brave, we feel brave because we run.

Waiting for confidence to arrive is self-sabotage. If you want to feel confident, you must do things that currently make you feel uncomfortable, so that later, they will come naturally. No one gets to skip practice on their way to mastery.

What creates clarity is movement. Movement towards your goals.

When you begin, even without confidence, your mind starts organizing meaning around what you are already doing.

“I do this, therefore I am this kind of person.”

If I decided that I wanted to be elegant, I would do things that confirm this belief: I would ensure my manicure was well-maintained, set monthly appointments at the salon. I would iron my trousers, take time to deep condition my hair and exfoliate my body, throw out old perfumes and wear fragrances that align with who I am. I would eat well for clear skin, exercise often for good posture. I would read printed books and wear lipstick even while in my bathrobe. I would do these things until the act of doing them is so second-nature, my subconscious would complete them on auto-pilot.

How to begin today:

• If you want to look better: Make personal grooming non-negotable. Even if youre rushing, even if you have 5 minutes, use it differently. This can be as simple as using a white strip for 3 minutes instead of the recommended 30, or putting your hair in a slick-back instead of a messy pony.

• If you want to be more creative: Doodle on your notes. Write one poem a day, and throw it out. Read a new kind of book. Dance for 5 minutes in a stairwell. Watch Bob Ross instead of [fill in the blank].

You don’t get to do something by not doing it…and you have free will, remember?

You don’t become who you want. You become what you repeat.

Your style is a self-fulfilling prophecy, not because clothes are magical, but because they are one of the most consistent behaviors you repeat every day. Identity forms around what you do consistently, not what you promise yourself.

You, a singular, magnificent being, have the power to be whoever you want to be.

This coursework is a reminder that we don’t dress as ourselves, we dress towards ourselves. Each day we get to decide who we choose to become.

With great personal aesthetic,
Alexandra Diana, The A List