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.
These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
Women rethink the narrative they’re born into, laughing at Mean Girls rather than recreating their own version. They aim to bake a great, gooey pie, rather than merely perfecting one rigid, self-absorbed slice.
A spring forecast of the sartorial-meets-attitude persuasion.
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?
In case you, too, are fed up with the fashion sphere’s selective cheering for a small subset of the blogger population, I’ve rounded up some of my favorite sites to revisit, coupled with my reasoning for why that is–namely, an absolute pride and confidence in their femininity (and not femininity as defined by the upper echelons of society).
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?