There's a part in "The Devil Wears Prada" when Nigel asks Andy: "Don't you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created ... was greater than art ... because you live your life in it". While I spend most days definitely not rocking the *ish outta de la Renta or Lagerfeld, I do appreciate the beauty in that sentiment. We dress ourselves up every day to be seen by all sorts of blokes & folks. Whether we do so for the sake of vanity or necessity, we must adorn ourselves in something. So what are we trying to say to the world? Are we aware of the message of our style? Because it's saying something whether we like it to or not. I don't know what my style says to people but I think it's something having to do with bright lips and a whole lotta' black.
I do like the idea of treating yourself like a piece of livable art. Not because I'm walking around envisioning myself as anything remotely resembling good ol' Mona (I'd like to think of myself as more of a Picasso in the sense that people stare and go 'dafaq?' for 10 minutes before figuring it out) but just because there is some truth to the fact that what we choose to wear is what the world gets to see.