Low-maintenance and understated,
that’s my everyday style. I don’t want to think about my clothes after I get dressed, and I refuse to feel uncomfortable for fashion. If a piece of clothing is too complicated, I never wear it, however beautiful it is.
Yes, I know: there are very creative people who present themselves as living art installations. Well, I’m not one of them. It’s just way too much work, and way too uncomfortable. I tried it (turning myself and my outfits into a living art installation), a long time ago, when I was studying fashion design, and it felt contrived and fake. It’s not who I am.
If I’m totally honest, I don’t even think fashion is art, and I don’t see my style as a creative outlet (I use Photoshop as my creative outlet…). This doesn’t mean that I don’t care what I look like. I care, a lot. I just want people to notice me and not my clothes.
How can I say that fashion is not art?!?
Well, the way I see it, if a fashion designer thinks s/he is an artist, s/he should become a painter, or a sculptor. Or at least stop forcing their ‘artistic vision’ on us mere mortals who need practical, stylish clothes to make us look our best when we struggle to get through our busy days. My body is not a blank canvas for a designer to exhibit their style. I’m the star of the show that is my life: fashion is just costuming. And a designer who doesn’t understand that isn’t doing their job.
And what inspired this rant, you may ask…
Well, I’ve been to a couple of fashion shows this autumn, and watching the anorexic giraffes, sorry, models walk around like robots wearing a succession of (mostly) black shapeless sacks made me think that fashion designers are not very smart… I mean, there we were, a roomful of middle-aged women of all shapes and sizes, watching impossibly tall and even more impossibly skinny teenagers (OK, there was always the token ‘mature’ woman, just as tall and skinny as the teenagers…) walk around wearing clothes that would make any one of us (the audience, that is) look either frumpy or ridiculous or both. Not to mention fat. Because only anorexic giraffes look good in shapeless sacks… And yet, this roomful of women represents a lot of money fashion designers could be making, if only we weren’t invisible to them.
So, I won’t be showing you any photos of fashion shows, or analyse the autumn fashion trends. There are plenty of online magazines, websites and bloggers discussing trends and the fashion week and celebrity style, and the only thing I could add to all that is a few sarcastic remarks, which (even though potentially entertaining) would unavoidably cast me in the rather negative role of a whiner. I’d rather focus on something positive. Besides, when I started this blog I decided that I wanted to show you clothes that I wear in real life. So, this is me, in my comfy shoes that were made for walking, not on the catwalk but the city streets…
shoes: Clarks / bag: Adolfo Dominguez / sunglasses: Dolce & Gabbana
How do you feel about fashion shows?
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