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I suppose I am expected to do some year in review post...

Instead, I have this- a thousand sum odd words searching for the soul in fashion from the perspective of a  person in-love with its potential but disappointed in its present. Enjoy. 

The extremities of whether we care about our sense of style or not have the potential to dictate the type of person we are. 

What I'm actually saying here is, our overt sense of care when it comes on to fashion has the potential to show the degree to which our self-worth is tied to the material things we put on our backs. Ironically, I often consider true fashioneers to not have an obsession with fashion, but rather, we value fashion. We have a sincere respect for it, allowing for fashion to work as an enhancement to who we already are as oppose to a defining us. Quite frankly, we ultimately are only answering to ourselves as it concerns the clothing we put on our backs. 

The funny thing is- 

it's often easy to tell those who might use fashion as their principal and not as their accessory. Not to draw lines or make some feel insecure in their stylistic journeys, but fashion works best when it is an accurate and inclusive depiction of who you are, and who you are, at a certain period of your life. This is the very reason I often get a bit dissatisfied when assessing my current wardrobe. I am ready to be at a certain place in my life and my wardrobe isn't quite telling that story (..Or is it?). More so, this is why I am so disappointed in the course of fashion these days as to what's popular. More magazines dictating for young women to get in on ‘the trend,’ and ‘look good for their crush’ are monetized, while fashion that advocates for individuality, art, and self expression teeters on the edge of controversial and is often niched, lacking much public praise even if they are backed by a global enterprise: i.e., W Magazine. You know when that one black person gets hired in an office and then the company now feels like they can dodge any accusations of being discriminatory? That’s kind of what Condé Nast owning W feels like these days- like they’re filling a diversity requirement. Don’t get me wrong, I think W is quite amazing from what I’ve seen thus far, but I don’t see any other publication by Condé doing what they’re doing, it feels too different, but more so, I am starting to realize that many people in my everyday life are like “W, who?”

Why aren't magazines like W getting as much shine as say a Glamour or Elle? Yes, it is a younger publication but is time really what will get W more play? Popularity really isn’t something to stress over though, if you were doing it right, recognition should just come with the territory. Also, by wanting W to be as popular as a Marie or Cosmo, I am advocating for this money-obsessed market, the very one I will critique... I'm ranting, but essentially, having W as the fore fronted image of fashion will essentially be the same issue - different face i.e, it's not a solution. 

The face of fashion should not reek of superficiality. I repeat, fashion should not reek of superficiality. I want fashion to be a space where people retreat to as they feel they can most be themselves- a multifaceted and inclusive face. A space where anything goes.

Do fashion practically- sure, after all, you are spending money on it. And if the pockets are dry, that becomes all the more relevant. And yes, sometimes those fashion rules can be somewhat helpful when trying to figure what blouse to pair with oversized denim drop-crotch pants, but in any respect, fashion should always be done in a way that makes sense to you. If you only like button-downs and skinny jeans, get 50 of each and play with variant levels of formality. Add a blazer, or maybe not. Hack the sleeves off or keep it long. Do what you want- just as long as it is your decision. Fashion should just be a space for exchanging ideas, and cultivating authentic inspiration, not dictating what is ‘in’ or not with no open dialogue.

It is only when fashioneers let go of its obsession with being exclusive that they’ll ever have the potential to work in a way that allows them to fully exercise their expertise. It’s often said that there is an air of exclusivity in fashion that makes people want to either latch on to ‘fashion’ or run in the other direction. Popular magazines are often presenting a falsified or highly exaggerated image outside of the everyday. Consumers then judge themselves or their lives based on these depictions, which can be highly problematic for several reasons. One of which is, fashion marketers sell this as something people should latch on to, as something they should aspire to and fashion heads totally play into the stereotype. 

Where will fashion be in twenty years? Will the creators still be there or will the market be saturated with marketing and business majors only looking to reproduce what has already proven successful? Will there still be people that aren't slaves to their wallets? Will there still be the artists? 

The more we try to cater to a single audience in fashion, is the more we water it down, and the more we open the market place for the superficial. Sorry but- fashion is art, and lets be honest, there are not many people out there that would never be willing to dedicate their life to art, and that’s fine. Fashion is a small world, it should be exclusive, and hello- every niche community is exactly that- niche -that’s the reality when you get deeply engrossed in any group of trade. But why use exclusivity as a marketing tool? Why ignore the stereotype and push further in the direction of superficiality? People think fashion is vain and honestly, are they not right? Stop watering down fashion. That is insulting to aspiring fashioneers, and a terrible slap in the face of fashion. It is unintelligent, and an enormous tiring waste of anyone’s energy and time.

It is so much more.

Fashion is so much more.



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