I think fashion is fascinating. New fashions are always a complete surprise to me. I never even have a vague idea of what they are going to be.
I could probably make educated forecasts on the future of the economy, social norms and television programs - but I couldn't predict one color other than black.
This is probably because I don't have the remotest fashion sense. It consists of one question: "Would women like to see me wearing this?"
Usually, I'm not even sure how to answer that. And as I helplessly buy clothing I don't understand, I wonder, "Who decides what will be fashionable? Why? Where are they? Can they be influenced?"
I've heard that the style in question began in Europe two years prior. Eventually, the Europeans tired of it, and they handed it down to us. Thus, we look like we were unearthed from very brief European time capsules. I wonder if they get nostalgic when we visit.
Regardless, this cycle bodes well for me, because I was in Italy almost two years ago - and let's just say all those people who constantly tell me not to wear male capri pants will soon be whistling a different tune. And they'll be whistling it with a small length of pant leg missing.
Whistling aside, fashion is such an enormous part of our culture that I figured an exploration of it would yield something meaningful. But I've found that I lose my vague idea of what the current fashion is by living here.
I'm not implying that UNC students don't know how to dress, but the types of dress and levels of activity associated with the dress on the men and women varies too greatly. I can't put my thumb on the pulse.
In order to find exactly what the latest fashions were, I needed pure, unadulterated data flow directly from the source. So I went to the malls.