Probably just about any story regarding human life can be told through a piece of clothing. It is only the thought process that separates a fictional piece of history and a clothing rack. This is what I chose to believe as I wanted to close an era that been overflowing with many different thoughts. Last couple of months could all be summarized through an oversized black leather jacket that became a second skin to me. I remember the first time I saw it just as it was yesterday. I had no idea if it was too little or just a little bit too much and I am still not sure up to date if I cared. The only thing I could feel was the sudden rush of blood in my veins as fast the air that surrounded me. I let my feet guide the way outside the shop since I tended to rely purely on my instincts. Since that day, I had passed four months and three weeks knowing what jacket I would be wearing the next day. As I was surprised about the amount of time that had flied I made a sharp turn on my left down an isolated cobble street. The frustration had once again taken me over. I just couldn’t wait any longer as it was the sixth time I made my way to the same spot with the same intention. “One, two, three, four, five, six”. All that should be told definitely couldn’t wait any longer. The setting was the same of always, with cigarette butts finding their way on the overused ashtray and empty beer bottles waiting for their turn to lead their way in the trash. As I made my way on the usual corner, the sense of familiarity surrounded me and for one minute – just for sixty seconds – I forgot the reason I was there. But as I nervously laughed at their jokes, I saw him place his hand on my leg. That’s when I knew it was my queue. I ritualized the process of taking my jacket out since I knew I would never be getting it back from this room. Because once you feel such a tight bond to something you posses, it becomes a part of you, what you want to represent and what you want to be. It is no longer just a piece of clothing. It was no longer just a jacket.
Hazal Ilgım Çelik, December 2015
Hazal Ilgım Çelik (16/05/1992). Originally from İstanbul, she is currently based in Milan for her graduate studies focusing on the dynamics of creative industries. After past experiences in diverse art and fashion related fields, she has developed a special passion towards working on the creation of value through eclecticism and contemporary culture.