What for?

A question might be posed to just why we consider the precision of our outward appearance of any great import. Why we spend our time in contemplation of the pursuits and interests of fashion and dress. Is it to flatter ourselves? To further our standing in society? To express a personality, or a desire for better self grooming? Or... is it merely to display a bit of beauty? An infinitesimal shard of the lovely stained glass that is real fashion. But why for beauty's sake? What has it done to achieve such a wondrous deserving of definition and exposition? The words of Ralph Waldo Emerson mark out this truth with a delight in his poem The Rhodora: "Beauty is its own excuse for being." And thus... we dress.

Live true, dress right.

-Devon