About style

Here is a poem of Charles Bukowski, this is what describes style the best for me and shows how it isn't about fashion at all, fashion is just for shaking style up and it helps to make it visible.

Style - Charles Bukowski

Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art

Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art

Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
Jesus
Socrates
Caesar
García Lorca.

I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.

Another good example is this ad of Prada's first fragrance which was released in 2004, and still shows us timeless style, I don't know it is because of the perfect Daria Werbowy, or the classy Prada outfits, or because it's a work of Jordan and Tony Scott, or the beautiful poem The Thunder, Perfect Mind (it is a short version, which you can also read below), okay maybe that is because all these encountered.

Thunder Perfect Mind (short version)

For I am the first and the last

I am the wife and the virgin,

I am the mother and the daughter

I'm she whose wedding is great,

And I have not taken a husband

I am the bride and the bride groom

I am senseless and I am wise.

Come forward to childhood

And do not despise it

Because of a small knows little,

And do not turn away greatnesses

And some parts for smallnesses ,

For the smallnesses are known from their greatnesses

I am the one who is honoured and who is praised

I am knowledge and ignorance

I am shame and boldness

I am shameless, I am ashamed

I am control and uncontrollable

I am strength and I am fear

I am war and peace

I am the substance and the one who has no substance

But I...

I am compassionate and I am cruel

Do not hate my obedience

And do not love my self-control

I am the union and the dissolution

I am she who exists in all fears

In strength and trembling

I am she who is weak and I am wild in a pleasant ways

And I'm an alien and a citizen

I am the silence that is incomprehensible

And the idea who is remembered as frequent

I am the voice whose sounds metaphored

For I am the first and the last