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prActiZe x Brittany Thorpe
prActiZe x Brittany Thorpe
CHAPTER #1
FADE IN:
[ home of Jonas, January 14th 2025 ]
BLURRED BORDERS, FIRST TIME AROUND
[ Jonas seems searching yet decisive in his actions; taking off his shoes as if keen to get started, or perhaps to get it done and over with — remains to be seen. However, he’s rigorous, to say the least: meticulous in his choices, movements, and actions, even in his words. Slightly hesitant at first, but soon warming to the concept and accompanying entourage, he welcomes us into his wardrobe space. ]
FADE IN:
[ home of Jonas, January 14th 2025 ]
BLURRED BORDERS, FIRST TIME AROUND
[ Jonas seems searching yet decisive in his actions; taking off his shoes as if keen to get started, or perhaps to get it done and over with — remains to be seen. However, he’s rigorous, to say the least: meticulous in his choices, movements, and actions, even in his words. Slightly hesitant at first, but soon warming to the concept and accompanying entourage, he welcomes us into his wardrobe space. ]
DISSOLVE TO:
WARDROBE
[ Unsure where to start, he promptly sets course for a long faux fur coat. He eagerly puts his arms through the sleeves, as if he feels understood by the garment. ]
JONAS
As an avid Sex and the City fan, I channel my inner Carrie Bradshaw whenever I wear this coat. Which is only twice a year: religiously on the 1st of January and once at home in front of the mirror. On New Year’s Day, I’ll only ever venture out to run some bare-essential errands. A mundane task that needs doing, regardless of it being a holiday. But putting on this coat, I feel wrapped in a splendidness that delivers on the spirit of New Year’s. And so, whenever I’m in a slump and feel like I could do with a dose of confidence, I reach for this thrifted beauty. Usually, that only happens once a year. Unfortunate, some might say, not to wear it more often. However, I see it as being sparing on its innate vigour. Not lavishly scattering it around, but preserving its pristine honour.
[ Next up, he singles out a waistcoat. A slight haze of hesitance seems to come over him right before the fabric settles onto his body, which affects his determination from just a moment ago. But as quickly as it came, it vanishes, back to his straight face, which is one of contentment. ]
JONAS
I suddenly felt filled with this doubt: whether or not it would still fit. I hadn’t considered that. You see, I haven’t reached for it in a while. Maybe a bit more of a tight squeeze now than it once was, but still wearable. I should actually wear it again. It’s such a versatile piece, classic enough that it works for my job, but equally appropriate for a special occasion. When it comes to picking an outfit, that’s always at the top of my mind: to be prepared for any given occasion. It should be suitable for work, but I should also feel okay going out in it for a nice evening. I have moved past the feeling of perhaps being overdressed.
[ As the visit unfolds, Jonas comes into his own, finding a sense of ease. He visibly changes into a more confident version of himself — or, for those who know him, just the blatant and unapologetic version of himself. ]
JONAS
I don’t reach for this jumper that often anymore. But it’s nice to know it is within arm’s reach when I seek a soothing sense of comfort. Until a few years ago, I was very into oversized fits. Whereas now, I much prefer form-fitting silhouettes. I’ve noticed that I have grown with my wardrobe; it’s both a need and a want. In the past, I’ve wasted a lot of money; still young, quantity was what mattered most to me. Gradually, I shifted this mindset into buying better versions or alternatives of those pieces I knew I loved and wore relentlessly. Where I used to be more nonchalant, you could say, I now show more respect for my garments. Over the last few years, my wardrobe hasn’t expanded much. Nine out of ten, I bought a replacement or upgrade of something I already owned in some other version. Despite what many people think or assume, my wardrobe isn’t that abundant.
[ It suddenly dawns on him that he’s more sentimental about his wardrobe and its content than he might have initially thought. Unconsciously, he lets down his guard and shows vulnerability rooted in strength and fortitude. It is, in fact, about more than just clothes for him. ]
JONAS
Growing up, I didn’t have so much, compared to others. And, because my wardrobe space is part of my living area, I sometimes have a bit of a difficult time when people come by and see that it’s quite curated. I’ve heard people say I’m naturally gifted at combining things cleverly, making it appear as if I own more than I do. But so, with my actual wardrobe being rather limited in quantity, it sometimes feels like it doesn’t match the image of how others see me. I don’t know if this makes any sense at all. I guess, there’s this fear almost of ‘letting people down’ by owning too little, or for it all to be too simple. It stems back from my childhood, this feeling I had growing up, which I don’t particularly like to be reminded of.
[ Quickly soothing himself, he gets on with things; this time, reaching for some accessories lingering on a shelf opposite his clothing rails. Whilst fiddling with a cuff, he contemplates which items speak to him most and whose back stories he’ll share next. ]
JONAS
As you might have noticed, my attire of choice mainly features black and white. Colour isn’t that much a part of my wardrobe, if not to say none. From time to time, however, I like to inject a pop of colour into an outfit through accessories. Take this scarf, for example. Coloured accessories are something I’m okay with, mainly because the look is not so permanent. The moment the colour gets to me and starts to feel uncomfortable or intrude on my sense of self, I can easily ‘lose’ it. Something that’s quite literally lost on me is sunglasses. Somehow, I always manage to lose them. Therefore, I don’t wear them as often as I would maybe want to.
[ Spotting one pair in particular, he turns to the clothing rail at the far right, where he keeps all his jackets, making up the bulk of his wardrobe. In full swing of putting on a long leather coat, paired with the narrow-shaped sunglasses he took off the shelf, he pulls off a Matrix-esque look with such ease that it almost seems second nature. ]
JONAS
This coat is rather heavy, so in that sense, perhaps not the most convenient to wear, especially for a piece of outerwear. Also, it’s not the most practical as it doesn’t fit my phone or any other bigger items I might need to carry around when leaving the house. For some reason, there is a sort of double stitching to the pockets, which makes it virtually impossible to put anything in them. I’m hyper-aware of this ‘flaw’ whenever I wear it. But, at the same time, it has become part of its wearing experience: hands in pockets, trying to make sense of the intricacy of what might have gone wrong whilst mending what supposedly once was a pocket hole.
[ As the visit slowly wraps up, he gets hold of a couple of items which he then redirects to a pile in the back corner of one of the rails. The decisiveness indicative of his wardrobe personality is equally telling in his approach to parting ways with certain garments. Having come a long way, in the blink of an eye, he knows when something no longer serves him as it once did. ]
[ Unsure where to start, he promptly sets course for a long faux fur coat. He eagerly puts his arms through the sleeves, as if he feels understood by the garment. ]
As an avid Sex and the City fan, I channel my inner Carrie Bradshaw whenever I wear this coat. Which is only twice a year: religiously on the 1st of January and once at home in front of the mirror. On New Year’s Day, I’ll only ever venture out to run some bare-essential errands. A mundane task that needs doing, regardless of it being a holiday. But putting on this coat, I feel wrapped in a splendidness that delivers on the spirit of New Year’s. And so, whenever I’m in a slump and feel like I could do with a dose of confidence, I reach for this thrifted beauty. Usually, that only happens once a year. Unfortunate, some might say, not to wear it more often. However, I see it as being sparing on its innate vigour. Not lavishly scattering it around, but preserving its pristine honour.
[ Next up, he singles out a waistcoat. A slight haze of hesitance seems to come over him right before the fabric settles onto his body, which affects his determination from just a moment ago. But as quickly as it came, it vanishes, back to his straight face, which is one of contentment. ]
I suddenly felt filled with this doubt: whether or not it would still fit. I hadn’t considered that. You see, I haven’t reached for it in a while. Maybe a bit more of a tight squeeze now than it once was, but still wearable. I should actually wear it again. It’s such a versatile piece, classic enough that it works for my job, but equally appropriate for a special occasion. When it comes to picking an outfit, that’s always at the top of my mind: to be prepared for any given occasion. It should be suitable for work, but I should also feel okay going out in it for a nice evening. I have moved past the feeling of perhaps being overdressed.
[ As the visit unfolds, Jonas comes into his own, finding a sense of ease. He visibly changes into a more confident version of himself — or, for those who know him, just the blatant and unapologetic version of himself. ]
I don’t reach for this jumper that often anymore. But it’s nice to know it is within arm’s reach when I seek a soothing sense of comfort. Until a few years ago, I was very into oversized fits. Whereas now, I much prefer form-fitting silhouettes. I’ve noticed that I have grown with my wardrobe; it’s both a need and a want. In the past, I’ve wasted a lot of money; still young, quantity was what mattered most to me. Gradually, I shifted this mindset into buying better versions or alternatives of those pieces I knew I loved and wore relentlessly. Where I used to be more nonchalant, you could say, I now show more respect for my garments. Over the last few years, my wardrobe hasn’t expanded much. Nine out of ten, I bought a replacement or upgrade of something I already owned in some other version. Despite what many people think or assume, my wardrobe isn’t that abundant.
[ It suddenly dawns on him that he’s more sentimental about his wardrobe and its content than he might have initially thought. Unconsciously, he lets down his guard and shows vulnerability rooted in strength and fortitude. It is, in fact, about more than just clothes for him. ]
Growing up, I didn’t have so much, compared to others. And, because my wardrobe space is part of my living area, I sometimes have a bit of a difficult time when people come by and see that it’s quite curated. I’ve heard people say I’m naturally gifted at combining things cleverly, making it appear as if I own more than I do. But so, with my actual wardrobe being rather limited in quantity, it sometimes feels like it doesn’t match the image of how others see me. I don’t know if this makes any sense at all. I guess, there’s this fear almost of ‘letting people down’ by owning too little, or for it all to be too simple. It stems back from my childhood, this feeling I had growing up, which I don’t particularly like to be reminded of.
[ Quickly soothing himself, he gets on with things; this time, reaching for some accessories lingering on a shelf opposite his clothing rails. Whilst fiddling with a cuff, he contemplates which items speak to him most and whose back stories he’ll share next. ]
As you might have noticed, my attire of choice mainly features black and white. Colour isn’t that much a part of my wardrobe, if not to say none. From time to time, however, I like to inject a pop of colour into an outfit through accessories. Take this scarf, for example. Coloured accessories are something I’m okay with, mainly because the look is not so permanent. The moment the colour gets to me and starts to feel uncomfortable or intrude on my sense of self, I can easily ‘lose’ it. Something that’s quite literally lost on me is sunglasses. Somehow, I always manage to lose them. Therefore, I don’t wear them as often as I would maybe want to.
[ Spotting one pair in particular, he turns to the clothing rail at the far right, where he keeps all his jackets, making up the bulk of his wardrobe. In full swing of putting on a long leather coat, paired with the narrow-shaped sunglasses he took off the shelf, he pulls off a Matrix-esque look with such ease that it almost seems second nature. ]
This coat is rather heavy, so in that sense, perhaps not the most convenient to wear, especially for a piece of outerwear. Also, it’s not the most practical as it doesn’t fit my phone or any other bigger items I might need to carry around when leaving the house. For some reason, there is a sort of double stitching to the pockets, which makes it virtually impossible to put anything in them. I’m hyper-aware of this ‘flaw’ whenever I wear it. But, at the same time, it has become part of its wearing experience: hands in pockets, trying to make sense of the intricacy of what might have gone wrong whilst mending what supposedly once was a pocket hole.
[ As the visit slowly wraps up, he gets hold of a couple of items which he then redirects to a pile in the back corner of one of the rails. The decisiveness indicative of his wardrobe personality is equally telling in his approach to parting ways with certain garments. Having come a long way, in the blink of an eye, he knows when something no longer serves him as it once did. ]
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