Okay, peeps. I’ve started a new blog. Obviously I need to tweak it here and there, but I’d like to share it with you now. Same idea, but a little different.
Thank you so much for reading! I love you I love you I love you.
So I’ve been think about this for a little while, and I think it’s time to shake things up a bit.
I’ve had this blog since November of 2009, and I’ve written about many things – from dating, to fashion, to art, to my own personal writings, and probably more stuff that I can’t even begin to categorize. And although I love this blog very much and it has gotten me through a lot, I think it’s time to move forward a bit. Even if only an inch.
I think it’s time that I start a new blog which is more focused. I’m in the midst of setting things up and I’m no where near done, but that’s the direction that I seem to be moving in.
I think the idea will be more of a fashion/art focused blog, not centering on personal style – but still touching on things related to visual communication, if that’s not vague enough for you.
I may use this blog still from time to time – it may be more of a personal escape, but I’m not certain just yet.
What are you most comfortable with?
More often than not, while trying to ease up on the shopping, and watching the savings in my bank account grow I find that I gravitate towards the same outfits, the same kinds of outfits… and although that may seem trite, to say the least, I’m getting more and more used to the idea.
Leandra Medine of the hilariously honest fashion blog, The Man Repeller, wrote a post recently upon returning home from Paris Fashion Week, where she describes the style ethics of French women:
“I came upon a devastatingly French woman yesterday wearing a pair of black jeans, a grey t shirt and the most majestic green fringe jacket. I saw her again today, she was wearing the same outfit. The French motto seems to go: wearing what makes you happy because it makes you happy and not because you’re feeling guilty because you bought it but haven’t worn it in a long time is a (the) key to pleasant living” (themanrepeller).
I think we need to relinquish the universally accepted idea that the more we own is a direct correlation to how much value we have. It is a fabulous thing to know that there are items in our wardrobes that we love so much we would (and often will) wear them over and over and over again, regardless of the risk we take of being seen in them more than just once.
There is NOTHING wrong with that.
In our time it takes skill and guts to feel confident enough to sport those items. I, myself, am getting more comfortable with it. Really what it comes down to is changing our perspective on what goods and items mean to us. Are you buying that Oxblood Philip Lim Pashli satchel because you feel it expresses the beauty you see in it, or are you buying it because you saw Poppy Delevigne carrying it? These are the questions we need to start asking ourselves.
I thought about taking an outfit of the day today and then I thought, “I have definitely worn this a few posts back. Don’t do it. That’s stupid”. And I’m not going to do it, but I will tell you about it. And you’re gonna like it. Because I said so. And I take responsibility for my outfit choices and I take control of them.
And I think we have to take some of that control back. So much power lies in the hands of others to tell us what looks good and what we should buy: fashion blogs, fashion icons, the media, magazines. And it’s not saying that we can’t take inspiration from these things; but we can’t let it dictate how and why we choose to express ourselves.
If you already do this, great; if you’ve never thought about it, that’s cool too; if you want to start thinking about it more, I encourage you and support you. This writing is a reminder to myself. If someone else gets something out of it as well, I’m glad.
Now back to the question at hand: What are you most comfortable with?
Me? What I’m wearing right now. My grey thrifted Club Monaco straight leg jeans, my acid wash over-sized Evil Twin denim shirt, alternating footwear, some berry coloured lipstick, and my usual metal adornments.
I would love to hear your thoughts.
As you may know, I have an obsession with coats. In fact, I just ran out just now to pick up my blue houndstooth wool jacket with ruffle collar (a la Topshop – consignment, of course) from the dry cleaners.
So, when I saw this editorial in this month’s Vogue last night during a bout of bedtime reading, lovely dreams of coats and jackets of all varieties kept my sleep a cozy one.