Confessions of A Closet

Where is the fun in traditional icebreakers-card games, "21 questions", or the dreaded "truth or dare"? In our quest to truly understand a person, would it not be tempting to skip the awkward small talk altogether? Imagine, instead, cracking the code to their personality by having them swing open their closet upon first introduction.

- Asha Farisha

If eyes are windows to the soul, then the wardrobe holds its own mirror. It reflects not just the image we project but offers a more nuanced glimpse into who we truly are. Opening a closet door, then, becomes a surprisingly intimate act — an act stripping away facades to expose the self through our sartorial choices.

A closet is a chameleon, morphing into a mirror reflecting our evolving selves — a memory box overflowing with sentimental relics or even a mere utilitarian space for storing clothes. Between the tangled hangers and the forgotten pieces from a bygone trend lies a series of unspoken narratives about our past and personality. The Saint Laurent hoodie, a cherished relic from a past love; the Rick Owens jacket, a hard-earned trophy, a reward to a younger self; or the worn Adidas Superstars — etched with memories — have accompanied one through life’s milestones.

Yet, one truth remains irrefutable: clothes — while not a guarantee of identity — offer a window into the wearer’s story. Our attire acts as a tool in shaping both how the world perceives us and how we express ourselves within it.