I used to have my own special dress style. Apparently no one else really 'got it', but they knew it was definitely me. I created pantaloons of the spanish armada style (but completely different of course) and always wore heaps of layers of vests and jackets with my doc martins and purple-asymetrical-self-cut hair year round. I made my own utility belt, so I could carry the necessities of life around with me - scissors, pencils, pastels, measuring tape, tabasco sauce, note pad (I hate bags). I didn't fit any particular mold - no one mistook me for a hippy, a punk, a mod, a goth, a trendy, a free thinking radical or a bohemian etc. I kind of got used to being stared at, and dismissed it as being simple minded ignorance, but in recent years (last couple) I've been convinced that the attention is not really worth it. Infact a lot of time has been spent by others in explaining to me what the point of looking like everyone else is.... I'm not entirely happy with this state of affairs, but logic has overcome instinct, and I certainly don't get the harassment I used to...