It seemed someone was stalking me. This young guy was following me around wherever i went, on my way to and from my office, inside a mall, in the local grocery shop. And when i left Gurgaon where i live and went for a short holiday to Goa, there he was as well.
I just couldn’t shake him off. That i had a stalker surprised me not a little. By and large it’s celebrities who invite stalkers. I’m as far from being a celebrity as you can get, so why anyone would waste time stalking me was perplexing to say the least.
Then one day i found i had not one stalker but two, as there were two of them following me. As lookalike as identical twins: young, wearing skinny jeans which showed three inches of ankle at the bottom, and hair cut down to the skin on the sides and back and bunched up in a thick mop on top of the head.
And then i realised that what i’d thought was a stalker hadn’t been a stalker at all, but many totally different guys who looked exactly the same to me because they were dressed and had their hair done – in a style that i’m told is called a ‘fade’ – in exactly the same way, making themselves indistinguishable from each other.
That’s what fashion does. It makes everyone – or, at least, everyone who follows fashion trends – look as though they’d come from the same cookie-cutter mould.
People deck themselves up in the height of whatever fashion is currently in Vogue so that they’ll stand out individually and be noticed. But precisely the reverse happens.
The dictates of fashion – whether its skinny jeans, fade haircuts, or anything else – ensure that everyone ends up looking uniformly like everyone else.
The sartorial sameness of fashion acts as a cloak of interchangeable anonymity. When we follow fashion’s dress codes we risk becoming fashion’s dress clones.
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