Chic Critique: Is your quarter-life crisis quietly wrecking your wardrobe?
I’ll be the first to hold my hands up and say the dreaded quarter-life crisis hit me hard. Ever since reaching the ripe old age of 25 a year-and-a-half ago, I’ve been living under an unshakable, existential raincloud that seems to have set up a permanent camp over my head. Thoughts about the direction of my life and the unexpected aches in my back started to spur on internal monologues daily, totally and utterly sabotaging any chance I had of becoming ‘chill’ once my frontal cortex was fully developed. Alas, said vacuum of despair finally swallowed up my sense of style. It’s hard to admit as a fashion writer, as your style is your entire brand, but I lost sight of my personal aesthetic. It was as if a big ‘SOS’ sign was slapped onto my wardrobe. © Getty ImagesYour mid-twenties are the prime time to toy with your style Amidst the internal carnage (my therapist says I have a habit of mentally snowballing – can’t imagine why) my previously acute sense of style was …