My taste in clothing

A blend of a hippie endlessly celebrating the summer of love, where time transcends into 70s rock 'n' roll. Think of Stevie Nicks' "Rhiannon". The soft melancholic "Baker Street". And the powerful "The Court of the Crimson King". 

Picture a woman with long wavy hair flowing in the wind. She wears silver bangles, silver earrings and silver rings set with an array of coloured stones: lapis lazuli, tiger's eye, jasper, onyx. She is loud yet delicate against the sunshine. Her clothes scream beauty as she effortlessly dances to the rustle of distant leaves. 

As spring turns to summer, she sits on a patch of grass with a book in hand. Frida Kahlo's biography. Immersed in the colourful landscapes of Mexico, she finds herself painting within The Casa Azul. Like Frida, her pain and sexuality permeates her artwork. She embodies inspiration, the power to assert oneself in a world run by men. An embrace of creativity and femininity. 

Then comes the 21st century, she stays dormant and silent. The world is polluted by consumerism. Fast fashion and poor taste. Here, individuality erodes. 

How to discover oneself in a world where banality is normalised and applauded?