As Heidi Klum says every episode of Project Runway: one day you're in and the next you're out. There are so many arbitrary rules of fashion it makes my head spin. When exactly does something go from being "last season" to "vintage"? Why aren't we "allowed" to wear white after labor day? Why aren't you "supposed" to where socks with sandals or polka dots with stripes? At the same time, it seems like these boundaries are more malleable than rigid. "The code is more like guidelines". Remember when it was the epitome of tacky to rock a denim-on-denim look? I can't even begin to count how many of those looks paraded down the runway this season that were exactly that. I love fashion, but I can't help but laugh at it's endlessly baffling contradicting elitism. Those rules are meant to keep you trendy, to keep you ahead of style, to make you unique, like everyone else. But, of course, you know that, I'm just rambling to sound pseudo-intellectual. I digress, quite a bit. I have a love-hate relationship with High Fashion. I lust after Ready-to-Wear (if it wasn't obvious from my New York fashion week blog post), but I'm also a bit indignant about how the industry is built to kind of beat you down for not being en vogue while it simultaneously champions unique artistry. I guess the point I'm making is I'm going to wear my last season Alexander Wang x H&M top and not feel like a dork about it. I'm also going to ignore the absolute irony of me building myself up on my supposed individuality while steadily hitting each trend I possibly can. Black & white? Check. A-line skirt? Check. 90s inspired platform wedges? Check. My health goth aesthetic points are basically OVER 9000! Like the industry I love, I am full of delightful contradictions.
In other news: I found a baseball cap that fits my ginormous head and I'm very happy about that.