JK. Kinda. So here’s what I would have worn to #NYFW. (Except my invite got lost in the mail...) I look just as good as these A.Wanging, P. Schoulering, Givenchy clad, Kenzo sportin, JBrand lovin’ street style queens...and my outfit cost less than their cab fare. BOOM BABY. I hope ya’ll don’t think we’re being haters with our fashion week commentary, it’s just something we’ve been talking about lately over shared bowls of vegan chili at Gypsy Den and glasses of red wine. Apparently we’re not alone; did you see the T Magazine article titled, “The Circus of Fashion” or that Buzzfeed article, “Finding the Next Bryan Boy”? People are talking about us fashion bloggers, folks...and it ain’t necessarily glowing reviews. Seems (to us) that too many bloggers are only good at one thing: swiping Daddy’s AmEx and mixing and matching designer labels. A fashion blog is only as good as the brands it hypes, right? So where the hell does that leave Britt and I? With a wardrobe made up almost exclusively of used, secondhand, and brand-less thrifted clothing...what could we possibly contribute to the blogosphere?! If a fashion blog doesn’t serve to fuel consumption, then what good is it? Does it have a place at all? We think so. Britt and I got into blogging (albeit, myself a few months after the fact) cuz we thought it would be nice to offer a point of view other than the whole “Daddy’s Little Rich Girl” spiel. We’re over it. It’s boring us. Can’t we use fashion to spark up conversations about real issues? Ya know like, stuff we’re actually interested in talking about? Let’s cut the small talk, fashion bloggers of the world. VIVA LA REVOLUTION! Thrifted hat. Thrifted jacket. Foreign exchange crop top. Vintage jeans. F21 booties.
Until next time,
Chelsea
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