I remember this TV ad provoking audiences to do something out of ordinary. Not outrageously, but ever so slightly. It urged you to overdress for work.
One of the hardest things in day-to-day lives is, to wake up and pick up clothes to get the hell out of the door. I wake up in the morning, feeling like death, and barely manage to feed my dog, brush my teeth and then I have to get dressed. I have to do this every day. And Doing it every day does not come to me naturally at all.
I have an entire drawer dedicated to black clothes in all sorts of fibres, and that's where I reach first thing in the morning. Then I end up looking like Elvila or Vampira, a little moaner, or a goth secretary, or whatever takes your fancy.
By the third day of the week I get colour impaired, so I have to do colours. I go spectacular range of colours, yellow tops with pink skirt, with white socks, or whatever. I don't care if that's appropriate for work. I don't care if I partially blind the accountant by wearing a 60s red wool dress, or make people wonder what composes my coverage by wearing 3 different tops in one go. I don't care, because I am in absolute belief that nobody is looking at me with personal attention.
Call me adventurous, call me tasteless, call me ugly, call me original, call me loud, call me unique, call me whatever you call me. Why not.
