I just want my life to look like a Smiths video - riding bicycles in a bleak part of town on a blustery day, wearing denim and t-shirts and trench coats with flat oxford shoes and trademark thick-framed glasses.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Hello there! In case you thought I was dead, I am here to assure you that I am certainly alive, just not willing to blog with the frequency of a Alvin the Chipmunk on speed. There's just something about summer that makes me wear nothing but "jorts" day after day and really, no one needs to see a picture of that.
Besides lack of style inspiration, another reason for my absence is because I feel like the internet has gone on this obsessive tangent with this whole Rookie/girl-guts, pastel hair, sparkly feminist aesthetic. It's all fine and good and I think Celia and Tavi are incredibly lovely girls and great role models, but I just don’t buy into the cult of perpetual teenagehood. I have plain brown hair that I don’t want to dye purple and my wardrobe isn't particularly colourful and all of a sudden I have been displaced by a whole new crop of "weird girls."A big part of fashion blogging is validation, and when you feel like your look isn't really what is being validated in the moment, you stop feeling motivated to put yourself out there in hopes of attracting a waning number of comments and "likes."
It's okay though, because I've been doing what feels right, which is wearing a lot of black in the summertime and focusing on my actual writing stuff. I write articles weekly for the Toronto Standard, and am a newly-minted contributor to XOJane.com (I haven't even had a first post yet!) which is my favourite site on the whole internet. If you're hungry for more of my outfits, I am now a part of FASHION magazine's Style Panel.
Just a reminder: things that also perpetuate "girl-hate" include calling me a "privileged girl moaning about… well, nothing of substance really" or telling me how judgemental I am. Words mean different things to different people, but to me, these words reflect me living my own life, not telling anyone else how to live theirs.