Who are you wearing?


Steve Jobs through the years

Clothes, there an identity.

Today, I’m a surfer with my surfboard and wetsuit and tomorrow, I’m a powerful woman boss in a high-end tailored suit.

Okay not really, but do you get where I’m going with this? That what we wear defines us, whether we like it or not. Have you ever heard the saying, “you are what you eat!” Well honestly you are what you wear, an image that we project as humans, our look. “But Haley, it’s what’s on the inside that counts!” Yeah we’ve all heard that before, and by far it is immensely true, but….

But looks matter. And don’t think I’m being shallow for saying this because I’m talking about the clothes on your back, the decision you make everyday on how you display yourself to the world. Because to me, what you wear is how you present yourself and how you want others to see you and it’s also about feeling good. Yes, beauty does only go skin deep and you may well think I’m being shallow by now, but fashion is an art. When I wake up, I take pride in knowing that I can wear whatever I want to wear, that I can be whoever I want to be. “Girl you think its Halloween 24/7?” No, no I don’t, but get this.

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Cute, huh? I think that was 5th or 6th grade and notice how I’m totally wearing a men’s suit.

From the longest time I can remember, I’ve always loved dressing up. I loved putting on fancy dresses and tutu’s, but then I would find my brothers clothes and loved wearing their button-up shirts and sports jerseys.

Complete opposite sides of the spectrum, right?

This is how I create myself, though, through fashion; through diverse styles of different feelings, emotions, and characters. I can feel sad and wear all black or I can be happy and wear bright colors, but fashion isn’t always about how one feels. I can feel like total shit one day, but dress extremely boujee because I don’t want others to know I’m having a bad day. In this sense it is covering up my emotions and displaying a level of creativity.

Now fashion is also looking a certain way, I can be someone else, I can be who I choose to dress as. I want to dress tomboy and edgy one day and the next I might dress in a power suit and Jimmy Choo heels, while another day I dress like a total tree huggin’ hippie. I’m not saying you can just magically be someone else, but you kind of can. I can be the same person on the inside, same old Haley, but on the outside I create a whole new look.

That’s the magic of fashion. You have your core identity, but you can choose another identity that day, and the down right truth is, we do it all the time.There are so many different styles and ways to dress it’s absurd, but that’s what we do as humans, we put a label to someone for what they wear because it says something about who you are. We choose to be athletes, business savvy, workers, music-lovers, protestors, goths, preps, punks, rockers, hippies, and so on. I mean think about halloween where we literally pretend to be someone else for a day or actors and actresses.

So next time you throw on some clothes, do you ever stop to think, what does this say about me? Does it say, your a skater? You’re part of a business or organization? That you’re a star-wars lover, a trend-setter, a boy, a girl, a scientist, a mom? It doesn’t have to go that deep because if your confident and think, “I just feel good about myself” than that’s what matters.

But seriously, I want to make you think. What do you think what you wear says about who you are as a human being? Does it mean something to you? Or does it not mean anything?





43rd, androgyny, crying, revolution.

fullsizeoutput_1f99So here I am, driving through the country of this town Lincoln, Nebraska that sometimes feels like it has four walls that are crashing down on me. Nothing felt right this particular morning, or for the past 4 weeks to be exact. So I just got in my car and started driving, and crying, a lot. It was a beautiful day, but my mind felt dark, gloomy, and full of thunderstorms. I decide to pull into Pioneers Park, thinking that being in nature would somehow calm me down, but I’m too nervous to get out of the car. I don’t want others to see my fragile, broken self alone and crying, so I sit in my car pleading with myself. I’m having a realllly bad day. I need to talk to someone to tell them how I’ve been feeling since I got back from Europe exactly a month ago.

Of course my mom is always there to listen.

I tell her how depressed I’ve been for this whole month, why I haven’t been myself and so grumpy. Maybe you’re thinking, “dude, you just went to Europe, get a grip!” Yeah, well I know, but sometimes change is really cool, but sometimes it totally sucks. This whole month I just could not find a reason why things were so wrong. I was looking forward to starting so many new projects and finishing some old ones,  but here I was just going through the motions. So after a month, I completely lost it and couldn’t deal with being so down anymore and somehow, I started to shake myself out of this little dark hole I was in.

Ever hear of reverse-culture shock? If you ever go abroad for awhile I suggest you look it up, because it’s not fun. Things felt kinda perfect in Italy and then I came home and things felt, I don’t know, kinda unperfect. It sucks to be feeling alone, like no one’s relating with how you’re feeling and you just want someone to hear you out. If you don’t have someone like that in your life, I’d recommend a person who will listen and hug you and get ice cream with you. That person is my mom. I couldn’t be more grateful for her, she’s there when no one else is.

Needless to say, I’ve been doing a lot better.

Okay, so maybe you’re wondering what The43rdKind means, or maybe you’re not. And maybe you’re wondering why the hell I just told you I had an emotional breakdown. Well, either way I’m going to tell you what it means and well, emotions are just a part of everything and coming home has been hard for me.

When I was in Europe I made a business plan for what I want to do, and I’m calling my business ‘The43rdKind’. It’s going to be a non-gender/unisex clothing line. And I’m pretty sure It’s going to be a skateboarding brand (still in the works y’know). So one of my closest friends I’ve known since I was 5 told me when we were young that 143 means I love you. That always stuck with me.

Those 3 little words that mean so much to everyone, and to me.

Do you ever see a number everywhere? Or a sign, a word, something, literally everywhere? Well I always see the number 43. And to me it means love you and also adds up to another favorite number of mine, 7. Well, The43rdKind is suppose to be an androgynous loving human kind brand and I want to promote love through the clothes I design and that it doesn’t matter who you are because we love you no matter if you are gay, lesbian, non-binary, binary, transexual, gender-neutral, male, she, queer, they, and so on, everyone. Because we’re all searching for love one way or another, right? That’s why I want to do unisex fashion, because in fashion there’s only male fashion and female fashion, so why can’t there be another section? There are quite a few brands out there doing unisex/non-gender clothing right now, but it’s still not mainstream. So, let’s make it mainstream people.

Let’s revolutionize the world of fashion.