{"id":1793,"date":"2011-07-27T12:04:52","date_gmt":"2011-07-27T11:04:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.carlottastermaria.fr\/blog\/?p=1793"},"modified":"2021-01-19T18:38:04","modified_gmt":"2021-01-19T17:38:04","slug":"the-donkeyskin-complex","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/2011\/07\/27\/the-donkeyskin-complex\/","title":{"rendered":"The Donkeyskin complex"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This blog has been a little drowsy lately. I haven&#8217;t been idle (I even made big progress on my <a href=\"http:\/\/www.carlottastermaria.fr\/blog\/?p=678\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">summer essentials<\/a>), but my (usually pretty vivid) coquetry definitely was: readers, I think I suffer from a Donkeyskin complex.<\/p>\n<p>The Donkeyskin complex (Donkeyskin seems like a fairly French fairytale, but as you can check <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Donkeyskin\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">here<\/a>, it&#8217;s not a skin disease) is when you always wear the same three pairs of jeans, whereas there are some pretty dresses in your closet. Granted, the weather has been dreadful on France&#8217;s northern hemisphere these last weeks, and going bare legs was a little difficult. But even in the brightest, hottest days of May and June, I was already the prey of this terrible disease: the Donkeyskin complex doesn&#8217;t have anything to do with the weather, but rather with the idea that you have to be a slattern, in order to one day become a pretty princess.<\/p>\n<p>A slattern is not necessarily dirty (do you think I&#8217;d post such a thing on a blog?), but rather&#8230; sloppy. The &#8220;slattern state&#8221; could also be called anti-style: in my case, it consists of wearing the same poorly fitting denim trousers, identical Petit Bateau tees and plain sweaters, while sketching, making, and <a href=\"http:\/\/pinterest.com\/carlottastrm\/summer-wardrobe-inspirations\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">pinning<\/a> pretty clothes. The Donkeyskin complex is the dichotomy between our day-to-day self, this ordinary being we tend to neglect, and the ideal style you&#8217;d like to find and wear.<\/p>\n<p>This is actually a perverse idea: as if you had to wait, in order to begin to try to be and feel like yourself, a bit like some (being themselves victims of the Prince Charming complex?) wait for the &#8216;right person&#8217; so that they can begin to think of happiness. Whereas there are much more chances to find this &#8216;right person&#8217; while you&#8217;re already trying to be happy by yourself&#8230; Right? I confusingly remember some words that I think were from Vivienne Westwood: according to her (or at least it seems like something she would say), best-dressed people tend to live more interesting lives&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>I really wonder what I&#8217;m waiting for.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This blog has been a little drowsy lately. I haven&#8217;t been idle (I even made big progress on my summer essentials), but my (usually pretty vivid) coquetry definitely was: readers, I think I suffer from a Donkeyskin complex. The Donkeyskin complex (Donkeyskin seems like a fairly French fairytale, but as you can check here, it&#8217;s<a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/2011\/07\/27\/the-donkeyskin-complex\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">&#8220;The Donkeyskin complex&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[65,118,155,251],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1793"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1793"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1793\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2829,"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1793\/revisions\/2829"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1793"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1793"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/carlotta.land\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1793"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}