What’s your style?

I think I cannot answer the question: it couldn’t be more useless issue to put out there to be puzzled with. I get puzzled with it since there is a pressure for me to get puzzled by what I wear, what anybody wears. My main theme has been for many year to either blend in or provoke, do the opposite of style. When I try to look like the most there is always something very wrong about it. A headless style in which I somehow do not exist but something ready-made is sold to me, a ready styled fashion that equals correct. To look stylish sounds a horror, someone who is stylish is for me a person who really does not have a style of one’s own. Style is a fashion term and means to me destruction of personal input, destruction of anything that might be interesting in clothing. So I guess I do not have a style. I am without a style. It is a freedom style.

http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/comment/i-might-be-an-mp-but-that-doesnt-stop-me-fighting-the-patriarchy-with-my-breasts-10145753.html But actually I don’t give a toss about my boob being out there. After all, I’m pregnant right now, and when I give birth to my twins I’ll be breastfeeding wherever and whenever it suits them. My breasts won’t just be on display on the internet – they’ll be everywhere.”
http://www.harpersbazaar.com/culture/features/a10441/why-i-wear-the-same-thing-to-work-everday/ “Today, I not only feel great about what I wear, I don’t think about what I wear.”