We normally chose what we are wearing depending on what we have to do: we dress up, we disguise. Just like the shamans who turn into another persona when they cover with the fur of a dead animal. The daily ritual. We still behave like the early indigenous peoples and human beings who covered their bodies. We redesign our body.
When men wore clothes for the first time, it was not just for the utilitarian need to undergo the weather conditions, it was more likely a way to distinguish one from another, to adorn themselves and satisfy an aesthetic need. A need that has simultaneously existed with the former, and that is not individually conditioned, and, in some way, performs within a set of social norms that standardize human interactions. The hanger is the element that holds the dress. They both maintain a symbiotic relationship where they cannot exist without the other. Since it is no longer possible to be defined by the own existence, the only thing left to do is an act of appearance. I am visible, I am an image. I am what you see. Paul Valéry, the poet, said that “the deepest expression is the skin. We are ectodermic”.
“What should I wear?” is an exercise for an inner look. It is, in other words, a call for being aware of our own bodies. A call to know who are we, how do we look at ourselves. It is an exercise to come out. Instead of being an act of dressing up, it is an act of being naked. Any act to transform reality is, in the end, a personal decision.