This blog isn't as random as I hoped it to be originally. I wanted it to be a fashion-diary of sorts where I say whatever fashion-related thought crossed my mind as I develop my own personal sense of style. That is, relating to the simplest puzzles - like when is it okay to find a high-street version of a coveted designer item or the basest question - the existential fashion question: what is fashion?
But eventually I began to take le blog too seriously, at which point I began to actually plan posts. This may or may not have been aided by the fact that the readers themselves began to pin-point topics I should blog about.
So here's a random fashion-thought for old times sake. This evening I was having a conversation with a friend about fashion. A conversation which resulted in my becoming more confused than ever in determining the true nature of fashion. You see, everyday I develop a new way, a different punto di vista, if I may, by which I look at fashion. I've always seen it to be an art-form, an art-form based on the intricate details of life.
Let me give you one scenario. You're watching a movie which is based in a natural ambience, like the woods, or the beach, so there aren't any buildings to influence you in determining the era the movie is set in, and there are two people in it, and, really, even if you don't look at the clothing per se, you know the movie is from, say, the seventies.
That's what I believe fashion is about. The little details that make every moment a current one. Whether you're into fashion or not, fashion will influence you.
Now sometimes, fashion can be so honest, like all true art forms, that it scares people. It scares people out of their wits - cue: Oscar Wilde quote.
"A fresh mode of Beauty is absolutely distasteful to [the public], and whenever it appears they get so angry and bewildered that they always use two stupid expressions—one is that the work of art is grossly unintelligible; the other, that the work of art is grossly immoral. What they mean by these words seems to me to be this. When they say a work is grossly unintelligible, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is new; when they describe a work as grossly immoral, they mean that the artist has said or made a beautiful thing that is true."
And since I think writing a post without a single image can be boring I'll leave with a favourite of mine - the now sold-out Balenciaga cut-out boots. Now she's in her happy place thinking of all the outfits she'd wear her imaginary Balenciaga booties with...