When I think of minimalism I have always thought of the luxe museum houses plastered in glossy design magazines. I think of straights lines, monochrome and slightly masculine persuasions and order.
I love the aesthetic of a clean and stylish all black outfit, a la the beautiful Jeanne Damas…
Or the zen vibes of this organised dream wardrobe (that couldn’t look more contrasting to my current dumping ground of a built in) …
Or the beautifully balanced aesthetics of my favourite Australian born brand Aesop…
Last year I went travelling around the world for a few months and to save cash and time, I made the very conscious decision to only take carry on luggage. I thought it’d be impossible, but in fact, it was very possible. The more I travelled the less stuff I wanted. It’d just slow me down.
It ignited a spark… could I become a minimalist?
I never thought so, due to my love of all thing maximalist and unkept: Colours, crushed velvet, baroque patterns, glam rock, 60 and 70’s vintage clothes and bohemian deco (and I tend to like my music this way too). This seems to be something I can’t repress, nor do I want to.
One thing I’ve come across that changed my perspective is the beloved maximalist William Morris, with such a simple and effective mantra that can be applied to minimalism.
Lately my understanding of minimalism has changed and just in time to tackle the suffocation I was feeling being in my tiny bedroom brimming with stuff. I’m a sucker for buying stuff and I want to curb this habit.
Minimalism is not necessarily about changing your style, but about refining it. What are the essentials to you? And what can you live without?
(Images via Pinterest)