What is it about this industry that attracted you to it in the first place? And what part of this beautiful perpetuum mobile do you belong to?
For me, fashion week has always been about the clothes and designers. And models. Because a good model to an outfit is like a final touch of seasoning to a perfectly cooked dish. I pay attention to both the girls and the garments they wear to tell us a story, make us feel, visualise and understand what designers wanted to say.
And I do enjoy a beautiful story told in clothes. I believe that every good collection is worth preserving and remembering for those are the ones that form fashion history and, from time to time, become a classic. I feel inspired whenever I see something like that, so I turn on my Mac and together we create another blog post.
Though, honestly, as far as the creative part goes, I do not like to be called a blogger. It sounds too rough, too ugly. Too misinterpreted. Whenever I am asked what my hobby is, I say that I have a blog and I write about fashion because this really is what I do.
For me, being a fashion blogger means having a strong and honest opinion, a vision and generous supply of actively working industry-tuned brain cells, the knowledge and ability to understand fashion, filter the good from the bad and avoid BS and silly sugar coated reviews simply because somebody else said it was brrrrrilliant… The latter for me is often a red flag and as a Taurus, I have a very predictable reaction to that.
I never (or hardly ever) share outfit posts… I don't believe that's what a fashion blog should be mostly about - a street style one, yes, but it's a totally different concept. And whilst I see the importance of sharing a few personal wardrobe favourites of mine once in a while in order to connect with the audience, so to speak, I do not see it as something to be focused on.
Being a fashion blogger, a good and respected one, has very little about making it all about yourself, wanting, desperately craving, the attention by wearing popular trends, something from Zara (or should the budget, family heirloom or bustling credit card allows - the right Balenciaga, Celine, Chanel, Vuitton or Givenchy - lets face it an average fashion blogger doesn't go beyond these) and hanging around the fashion venues in hope to be photographed. I know a picture can say a thousand words, but at the end, if you don't have the words at all, sooner or later it will show and no amount of Chanel or Balenciaga will help.
Fashion is, still, another form of art, just like, say, an opera, a performance - it is very much about the composer, the music, the actors/musicians, the desire to understand and enjoy, and never - about the mobile tone or the label on ones clothes (or clothes at all for nobody really cares as long as one looks apart).
Why perceive fashion as something else? Because it was made accessible to the masses? Or because it seems to be easy to understand?
As the fashion week approaches, I am beginning to feel excited about seeing the collections and discovering something new, something that I'd be able to treasure emotionally. Would I like to be a part of it? Yes, for it would allow me to see the clothes in motion and appreciate the details I cannot often see in a photograph. After all, I write my stories not because I want to be famous, but rather because I want to write about something I care so deeply for, to savour the beauty, the fantasy and make it last forever as a part of my little fashion blog.
Photo source: Richard Nicoll via stylebistro.com