When you move to a new city, the first thing you tend to notice are the differences & similarities. You look at them under a microscope – feeling “off” for a number of days until you finally learn these to be the new norm. It will start with big things; how the streets are narrower or how the McDonalds are few and farther. Then it will be those minuscule things; a slice of pizza having a different tomato sauce to cheese ratio, that the stars are slightly less bright, that a coffee costs a few cents more. For lovers of fashion & non lovers – you’ll notice that the style is different.
It’s one of those things that slowly creeps up on you. Kind of like the “lingo” of an area. For example; when you go to London you will eventually learn to call the subway, “the tube,” and in Paris it’s called “the metro,” and in the big apple, it’s called just plain old subway. Now, of course at the beginning you’ll still call it the BART or whatever it is – but with time you will be correcting another newcomer.
Style is similar, though it is less identified then other things. It is different everywhere you go (even if you travel 50 miles) and you’ll eventually adapt subconsciously into the new style. It is something that happens without even a second thought, it is human nature.
Between The Clothes & Me 