In the last period I came across the word fashionista quite often. I've always found that particular word pretty annoying and its “popular” application even more nerve-racking, indeed a person who obsessively follows trends should be called nothing but a sheep. And if the term fashionista is related to fashion, what does this word stand for? If you, as me, believe that fashion is more about the creativity behind a piece of clothing and you love the fact that it requires you sympathy for the aesthetic vision of the designer... well.. you are very welcome in this blog.
To be honest, people have often defined me as a fashionista and I hated it. My personal belief is that what we buy it's not fashion, it's just the product of it and I define myself as a mere consumer. D'acheter des oeuvres d'art ne vous rend pas un artiste, non?
And don't all the supposed fashionistas buy and think in the same way? Marc Jacobs-skinny jeans-leather jacket-rolled sleeves-London-Paris-Coco's quotations and Audrey's prints.
Someone would object that the first post on this blog was about CHINO's and on how versatile and comfortable they are, sounding almost as I was trying to project myself as a fashion guru (which I'm really not). I really don't want to be and feel and think of myself as a lame soldier of that never-ending platoon of fashion addict, fashion bloggers and blah blah blah.
Fashion belongs to an inner circle of “aristocrats” who understand it and whose sense of it is miles away from the one of a prick head who takes pictures of his H&M outfit with his Iphone. Some of us are just lumpenproletariat of this world and their “not that bad” style is just a treat granted by an elite that has decided that the “right to style” was necessary for the masses.
Reine Marie-Antoinette aurait dit: Qu'ils boivent de frappuccino.
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