You know that moment when you shoes fall apart?

I’ve been searching all over the internet for shoes because mine fell apart yesterday and the other ones aren’t too great anymore either and I’ve seen some lovely ones- with not-too lovely prices, in general. But nobody tells me I can’t, you know, just look.

These are great because they’ll make me bigger (5’6 here guys) AND THEY SPARKLE. They’re not that great because they would cost me 199,- and that’s the price in euro’s, which would come down to about 240 (?) dollar. Great.

These have the same sparklyness and they’ll make me bigger as well, but the only time I wear heels is about never. They’re still great and their caption reads ‘do not wash’, so I want to thank Topshop for telling me I shoudn’t throw this pair of wooden shoes in the washing machine, because I usually do so. They’re £55, which is a bit more than 60 euro and about 75 dollar. It’s acceptable, I think. As long as you don’t throw them in the washing machine.

This pair of Mary Jane’s matches the fall vibes I’ve had in mind and they look like they’ll have a quite long life span. They’ll also go with practically every outfit, but they’re quite basic. Yes, I manage to down everything. Anyway, they’re £62.00, which is 70,- euro and 80-85 dollar and as always, Topshop likes to ensure they’re not machine washable.

This shoe-shopping dilemma is going to be hard to me, I’m afraid. I bet I’ll end up with a basic pair from H&M or something. Stand by me, guys.

Fashion Cult Is Bright

There has been quite a discussion going on about Rookie/Girl Guts/The whole feminist fashion blogging osphere. Isabel started the whole thing by this post, stating that the internet nowadays is the space for pastel-haired angsty glittery feminists, or fashion blogging is at least.

I can see from where she’s coming, but in my opinion, she isn’t right – and I’m saying this while my finger is curling in my purple-faded-to-reddish-brown hair. I know enough bloggers who don’t qualify to the weird girl stereotype – most of them don’t, I guess, or I’m missing out on a lot. I feel like the stereotype she’s talking about kind-of fits with Tumblr’s nu-goth/grunge hipster movement aka just a subculture. Arabelle said some very witty things about the subject too, which you can read here.

Since Tavi has to take all the blame for this (Blah Rookie blah teenagers blah twenty-something people!) I’d like to take some time to point out that she’s a blonde in a white dress, thank you very much.

A thing I strongly disagree about is fashion blogging for validation, as Isabel put it. I didn’t start this blog to grow some more self-confidence, I started it because I feel like I want to be part of this blogosphere and it could be a good outlet for me, too. If you’re blogging for validation, you’re doing something hopeless: When I saw I had three likes overnight, I felt happy. Really, I didn’t know how I did that- I didn’t put myself out anywhere yet! I even had a comment! For bigger and more famous bloggers like Isabel and Arabelle, three likes and one comment may seem like nothing. You get used to a certain level of attention but, in fact, doesn’t that mean you never feel truly validated? For a while, maybe, but it gets normal and doesn’t make sense anymore. If you get 70 comments on each post, you might not want to read them all, because you take them for granted. I guess that if you want to blog for validation, you shouldn’t. Realize that there are 70 people who liked your post enough to comment- they took time to read it, and thought about it, and then took some more time to speak up.

My hair isn’t some pastel color, my wardrobe isn’t too colorful, but does it matter? I feel like I’ve got my own space of the internet and I like putting some text on this blog, even though I just started. I feel like I’ve got a chance in this blogosphere, no matter if I wear bold clothes or dark clothes, as long as I wear clothes because putting pictures without clothes online would be… yeah, you get what I mean.

Dress like no-one’s watching

I don’t know where I found that quote, but I think it’s the best thing ever, because it’s true. I personally dressed weird, like, really weird in 8th grade, because I knew some people liked me and some people well, certainly didn’t. I let go of all the fucks I ever gave about people who would tell me I couldn’t wear this or that and wore hammer pants and knee-high socks. (Not in the same outfit, that would’ve been too much.) In ninth grade, I found myself not having the guts to do so anymore. Did I grow up? Did I just prefer my trousers-tee match? No. With the new kids that I’d go to school with, new fucks to give came as well. It’s like they stepped into my old comfort zone, grabbed the borders, dragged them inwards and jumped out to leave me and my basic clothes in my small comfort zone.

I didn’t dress like no-one was watching: I dressed like the whole school was watching, which was actually true because it was a pretty small school where everyone knew eachother. My elementary school expectations didn’t come true, people would think I was totally rad for wearing what I wanted. I was weird and had to, in their opinion, stock up on training sweats and come along to the soccer field to smoke some jogs, yo. I never did, but I eventually got myself a small girl gang of people who were okay with me and realized that I had friends who didn’t care about how I looked. I got back in my hammer pants and matched it with the ocassional printed tee – they didn’t care. When I wore something new they were like, ‘Yeah, that’s pretty much you, right?’, and if someone told me I looked like a moron, they just slapped them for me, because they were like that.

Stepping out of my comfort zone, that they’d expanded for me, was a good thing. Expressing yourself might be a pretty cliché thing to say you’re doing, but in fact, it’s where it’s all about.

Tavi, why can’t I be you?

My main inspiration to start blogging was Tavi Gevinson, the blogger-turned-editor-in-chief from The Style Rookie/Rookiemag. A short summary for those who don’t know: She started blogging at age 11, sat front row at 13 and found Rookie when she was just 15. She was the girl with the bow-hat who pissed off a Grazia editor. She’s also the girl who got called ‘The future of journalism’ by Lady GaGa. Basically, she’s just the raddest of ‘em all.

So, let’s make a post about Tavi my first serious post. I think it’s legitimate- not that she doesn’t get enough attention from blogs, magazines, heck, the girl has been in Vogue before she could drive, probably even before she went to High School.

Tavi was one of the first in a generation of very young bloggers, but I think the point is that she did it her own way. She wasn’t teen vogue reader #1292 who found out about Style.com, copy-pasted all those pictures on a poorly designed Blogspot and added comments like ‘Luf tha dress what do u think guys wats ya fave’. She wore things that some people liked and some people didn’t, but it sure was fashion. She was herself: Not in a hot-topic-mall-goth-way, like all teenagers who yell they’re just being theirself, but in her own way. I’ve never felt like she ripped someone off, had some kind of icon whose style she could steal or had a blueprint of what she wanted to be. She could experiment as much as she wanted to and create herself from that, and that way, she didn’t have prejudice to match: She could think, feel, listen etc. exactly what she wanted. 
After a few years, she turned out to be not-so-much into fashion anymore, and in my opinion, that was okay. The day she posted the sentence that made the whole fashion world mad, ‘what if I’ve only been into fashion for four years? That’s how old my blog will be in [..] days. Strange.’ fell into my ‘I don’t know, I like caring about what I wear, but I don’t really care like I truly care, so I’ll just construct a dress out of scarfes’ phase. She appeared on ‘fashion industry confessions’ blogs as a back-stabbing bitch to the industry, while all I could think was, ‘How can you blame a child? When she said that, she was fourteen, and even if she was sixteen or eighteen, whatever- why would you want her to be into fashion forever? Because you’re jealous of all that she’d archieved?’ 

I’m going to make you guys a confession: I’m jealous too. Who wouldn’t be? But I think Tavi is cool, and she’s more than the blogger-turned-editor, she’s not one-dimensional like most teens or celebrities seem, she’s just so real and inspiring.

 

The first big thing

I’m fifteen. English isn’t my native language. I’m not a skinny girl with a model-like figure. I don’t know that much about fashion, I just know I like clothes and reading magazines like Vogue, but other than that, I don’t have a clue yet.

But hey, I want to do this. It’s not gonna hold me back – my English might be crappy, I might not be skin over bone and I’m not yet old enough to vote, ride a car or drink alcoholic beverages. There’s no age limit for fashion bloggers.