My Mori Beginnings
I can remember clearly the first time I wore mori kei. I had only discovered it a month prior, and it had taken only a few weeks for me to convince my mom to help me remake my wardrobe. We spent hours looking through thrift stores, not quite knowing what we were looking for and buying everything we thought might work. After hours of blind shopping I had somewhat assembled a wardrobe, and I was eager to create outfits. I spent hours mixing and matching my pieces, and I came up with several outfits I was happy with. (Although looking back, there were all really awful.) Up until that point in my life, I had only worn t-shirts, jeans with holes in the knees, and worn-out converse shoes. That was my wardrobe, and I had never experimented with fashion (besides a weird phase in middle school where I wore fingerless leather gloves all the time, and dyed a large strip of my hair pink). So the idea of going out in public in such a unique style as mori was a bit daunting to me. I spent a whole ...