I was reading a blog and stumbled on this list (which of course starts with “what I will never be”):
http://www.thefashioncamp.com/2011/11/i-will-never-be-the-type-of-fashion-blogger-that-will.htmlI understand what she’s trying to say. The greater number of the infamous fashion bloggers are, well,
not real people. Their photos are professionally shot, their clothes are too perfect, their lives are unrealistic to us as the majority. They represent an ideal like overtly preached 90s sitcom paradigm of “thin popular girls” in high school who have more money and influence that is unattainable much like any magazine model. I mean I love The Man Repeller, but you have not convinced me to spend $3,000 on an Alexander Wang maxi gown to use in my daily life.
However, I think blogging is about evening the field, dictating a third growing hemisphere of voices that would otherwise be considered non-existent in the print medium. Granted many of them become affiliated with these advertisers and eventually become part of that unreachable iconography, but they do it through taking pictures, being creative and just doing what they want to do.
It may take more work and effort to try and plan times to take pictures and edit them for a blog, but part of being a creative person is having a vision for something other than accepting the bare minimum iphone picture as “good enough”. Part of making something, artists often have trouble grappling with this, is for more than just for yourself.
If you were wondering, officer Billy Pierce has always been cool.
It’s very much like the show Popular (which I just started and basically have no right to cast out like I know the whole show but it's probably obvious anyway), where a cliché cheerleader girl and a cliché outcast girl both have very pre-conceived ideas of what is expected from people and themselves. Maybe it's because I'm naive and came from a high school where we didn't have sports teams (yet for some reason still had a cheerleading club), but I really can’t roll my eyes enough that the notion for an “edgy” television show these days is still preaching the popular girl as blond, anorexic and as white as Irish riverdance. Aside from being bothered by that as someone who has struggled with an eating disorder (which I may or may not write about if I ever have the audience or the patience for it), I feel like this list forgets bloggers like
Fat Aus or Chicago’s own
Fat Shopaholic who are super posed, incredibly styled and overall the same ideal.
And fuck, if you can own 100 pairs of Louboutins, you fucking do it. I wear 90% designer/vintage pieces and you know how I do it? Smart shopping. I haven’t paid retail since I was in 5th grade wearing Alice in Wonderland bell-bottoms and doc martens; yeah I was that kid. If you learn the designers, understand how well clothes are made and the importance of them, then you’ll get them. I got a beautiful black Doo Ri dress a few weeks ago from a thrift store for $7 and not a fancy Buffalo Exchange, the kind where families are yelling at each other in rapid Spanish and will still punish their kids with a wooden spoon. It just drives me nuts when people think I shop at some one magical store for everything, I hunt it down like thick sliced bacon which I would also cut you for.
Okay, this was way too much text without pictures, even for me. Let's do another round of
Things I Didn't Buy That I Love. Keep in mind I try to pick things in the normal level of unattainable, not things that are a thousand dollars. Approachably insane in the membrane.
In case you were wondering, everyone still wants ombre. Which feels weird when my normal interests finally coincide with what everyone is doing (I tend to excitedly pick up something when everyone is already exhausted with it).
JF & Son is such an amazing New York brand. I hate them. In my fake mental spending account I'm already bankrupt three times over. Why do they do this to me? I can't imagine sumptuous colors like this ever making this dress dated. Bitch.
I've been doing wedding style research since I try to have a knowledge in every field of fashion and other than children's wear, is one of my slightly weaker points.
BHLDN is like the Anthropologie store of wedding wear, so if you're on a budget and not buying Vera Wang's affordable collection for David's Bridal, go here. I mean look at these dresses,
Fondant Tea Dress &
Victoria’s Reign Gown. I highly doubt I'll ever design anything that adorable. I don't want to have to be in a wedding to wear these shoes and luckily a lot of their designs are versatile, so I don't have to. Much like this ha(w)t:
Soft Focus Cloche.
Bernhard Willhelm's REMUS Over the Knee Stockings, $29.60
Omg I want these so bad pleasepleaseplease
Among the many things I collect, socks are something I have buckets and buckets of. And I always need more, I mean, really. These are on superduperMr.Cooper sale and will sell out quickly and I want them on my legs
now. I'm craving too hard to even be articulate at this point.
What is with women to be hardwired for sales like a cow being electrocuted in the brain to gravitate to the slaughterhouse? That's probably a bad analogy. Also inaccurate since I've been to a Temple Grandin lecture. But anyway, these also come in blue and pink which I want equally hard, if not, I don't know, SO HARD TO MAKE FAKE DECISIONS.
And lastly also off Shopfatal.com, in my Julie Brown dreams:
JC De Castelbajac's Felix the Cat Cap Sleeve Sweater , on sale $138.00
SLEEPING FELIX THE CAT ON YOUR SHOULDERS. If you need more than that then I can never satisfy you and we're breaking up starting now.
Having a life is vastly overrated.