I got an interesting taste of the power of clothing (combined with demeanor as well) this past year when I had to throw away every part of my -admittedly modest- sense of style for a few weeks.
A change of work duties found myself stop shaving, and sometimes even stop brushing my hair. I wore dirty looking and worn clothing, and scuffed old boots. The change of work coincided with some very very long work days, so I started to look as tired and worn out as my clothes.
It was interesting to see how I started to become invisible to one segment of the world, and became visible to an entirely different segment. Walking familiar streets became a different experience entirely, and the change was not a pleasant one.
It felt so good at the end of it all to go into a spa, get a professional hot towel shave, haircut and a massage, dress in pressed, clean clothes, don polished shoes, and walk out a new man again.
I do not care to repeat those weeks, but I learned extraordinary things.
A change of work duties found myself stop shaving, and sometimes even stop brushing my hair. I wore dirty looking and worn clothing, and scuffed old boots. The change of work coincided with some very very long work days, so I started to look as tired and worn out as my clothes.
It was interesting to see how I started to become invisible to one segment of the world, and became visible to an entirely different segment. Walking familiar streets became a different experience entirely, and the change was not a pleasant one.
It felt so good at the end of it all to go into a spa, get a professional hot towel shave, haircut and a massage, dress in pressed, clean clothes, don polished shoes, and walk out a new man again.
I do not care to repeat those weeks, but I learned extraordinary things.