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As I walk the streets of Chicago, I often pass signs saying,  "No Trespassing." It's become something that I expect to see on a  daily basis and as I read it, I think nothing more than: "'Oh the city  must be doing more, 'construction' for something or other." But never have I delved into the context of what those words were telling me. "No Trespassing." Reading it again, I stand back and am a bit angered. This sign is sectioning me off from a part of my city, my home, and is telling me that I am not allowed to wander through. If I were to jump this roughly six foot tall fence facing me, I wouldn't be doing so with the intention of simply going against the government and wanting to rebel. I wouldn't be doing it for the story, in which I would later retell my friends about how I scraped my knees and had to run 20 blocks because the police were chasing me. I would be jumping the fence because it's my city and therefore my fence and my right to trespass. Hence, the name TRESPASS. I want you to trespass into this blog; explore city styles, challenge the latest trends and analyze fashion's connection with the city.

Style without boundaries.