Good morning, Friday. I'm enjoying being back on this blog so very much and can't wait to start the redesign of my next endeavor. Watch out for that- it's tots in the works and may prove saucier than my usual, but think you will enjoy it. Can't wait to share it with you.
So last night was the end of Figgity Fashion Week and dare I say- I was left deflated by the majority of the shows. Boring, tired, uninspired. Bleh bleh bleh. Thus my post on nihilism earlier this week, though I'm not ready to hide under the duvet in search of nothing just yet.
Because the Marc Jacobs show last night restored my faith more than ever so slightly. Would I wear most of the things from that collection? Nope. They are completely cuckachoo, but in the best of ways. But what that collection did for me was inspire me, because lately I've been feeling somewhat anti-minimalist of late, which is weird for me because for years I've rocked my New York version of Garanimals forever- basics in black, a bit shapeless, nothing to see here folks.
But now, NOW. I want to go a little macro, a little over the top, a little exuberant. I have been feeling a pull towards a bigger self expression when it comes to fashion- when I was younger I absolutely went for it way more than I do now, and I'm thinking it's time to get a little crazy again, and in the best of ways.
A friend of mine on Facebook just asked my opinion on this article, extolling the trend towards wearing the same thing every day. I believe that's what we call a uniform approach to dress, but really, it's uninspired, particularly if you're someone who loves clothes. Now if you're someone who can't be bothered to hobble around in stilletto Doc Martens, then I get it. If wearing the same thing every day helps you, well, get through the day, then go for it. But for me- it's wayyyyy too vanilla at this very moment in time. And that's what I love about fashion- when it's great it's a noddy/winky or a sledgehammer between the eyes of what's to come in culture. And to me, we've been in a minimalist vibe for a few years now, and I'm ready for a change. Plus all these barre classes where I'm constantly on my toes makes me have an easier time walking in heels. And if David Bowie's passing has taught us anything, it's that being an individual in terms of creativity and style and DNA is worth celebrating, and expressing. Plus, who doesn't love some feathers?
Now don't look for me to go all Manic Panic on my hair or start channeling an Edwardian Goth from outer space. Just know I'm thinking about breaking out of this fashion bind and keeping you all entertained with my love for a more original mystique. That Marc show was really something- reminded me of Leigh Bowery and club life and extreme rebellion and some Edward Gorey fantasy on mescaline and nitrous. Loved it. Love his middle finger to a safe and sale-worthy point of view. Let's get over the top, friends. Who wants to get onboard? How long do we have to be in the shadows until we are dying to come out? And yes, that's Gaga there on the runway. Maybe she's feeling the need to get a little freaky deaky again after a way too long era of strolling through Barnes and Noble with Tony Bennett singing the old standards. Even though her Bowie medley made me feel violent, I like that she's a weirdo again. So much better that way.
Plus, I dig his homage to Hillary at the end. Surely that's one item in this collection many of us can get behind. Unless you want to live in Bernie Sanders America, which is actually quite the perfect place to wear a uniform (oh, yes I did). I for one am loving this over the top very much needed icing on the very boring cake of this (fashion) week.
Thanks, Marc. I needed that.I know I needed that, and I suspect so do you all. Let's dispense with all this uniform stuff for a minute, yes? Why have we become so afraid to be who we want to be, or further, who we really are?
Cause that's what's up this freaky Friday on the island of Manhattan. Yours, in letting it all go, and hang out, and what have you. XO