The onslaught of so-called news now delivered during fashion week regarding each show, celeb sighting, and inevitable blogger collaboration entirely drowns itself out, rendering all of it tired, dull, and a waste of my time.
Character is not built upon alcohol intake or the submission to social pressure. I’ve been told, at least, that it’s more about “doing you,” and if that you would like to get your sleepy ass to bed, then that you should do.
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.
Hedi Slimane’s collections for Saint Laurent continue to convince me that he is perpetually stuck inside the mind of a fourteen-year-old girl longing to be Kate Moss, and his most recent for Fall/Winter 2014 was no exception.
Fashion has become much less about fun and whimsy, and more about the perfect façade.