…it really oughtn’t to matter. At least, that’s what I tell myself whenever I survey my photos post a hike and observe - ruefully - how a dull outfit or a chapped lower lip demotes an otherwise-pretty picture from gram status. And it’s what my tough adventurous side wants me to believe. “You’re in the jungle, baby - un-glam is the real glam. Get out there, get messy, get your hair tangled, who cares whether or not you remembered to put on concealer?” In all the blogs about dressing for a hike, fashion - prominently - does not figure. Going by that, you might believe that the outdoors community has no time for couture.
Sartorially speaking...
Sartorially speaking...
…it really oughtn’t to matter. At least, that’s what I tell myself whenever I survey my photos post a hike and observe - ruefully - how a dull outfit or a chapped lower lip demotes an otherwise-pretty picture from gram status. And it’s what my tough adventurous side wants me to believe. “You’re in the jungle, baby - un-glam is the real glam. Get out there, get messy, get your hair tangled, who cares whether or not you remembered to put on concealer?” In all the blogs about dressing for a hike, fashion - prominently - does not figure. Going by that, you might believe that the outdoors community has no time for couture.