These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
When fashion week (on week-on week-on week) rolled around last month, I found myself dreading it. This, despite the fact that I’m not directly involved in it in any way.
In light of Cathy Horyn’s resignation from The New York Times and a recent article proclaiming that fashion blogs are “making us dumber,” I decided to explore how, together, these moments represent a larger transformation in the industry: one that shuns individuality and criticism for trend driven group-think.
Why must you convince me, Zara, that life without that Celine-esque sheath is the definition of real struggle?
“The world of fashion is my world, there’s no way around it, so I embrace it. And I try not to be too embarrassed to share what I do when I meet people who are curing rare diseases. We all have a purpose!”
Is it just me, or are all of these high-meets-low designer collaborations shoved down our throats with barely any room for critique or authentic reflection?
Fashion has become much less about fun and whimsy, and more about the perfect façade.