When the leaves start to fall, and we enter into — well, fall — we can expect to see the newness of the trends and the showcasing of the latest clothing designs. That’s how you know it’s fashion week-ing time, people. New York, Paris, London. Heck, even San Francisco has hopped on board.
The time of fashion weeks around the world are the time when street style is at an all-time energy high. The spirit of fashion is at full blast. The crowds around the showrooms are more interesting than the shows themselves…
until the cameras are put away.
A little less than a year ago after New York’s Spring fashion week, the godlike ManRepeller wrote an article entitled An Afterthought. It made me want to quit blogging and hide from the fashion industry forever. That post is life-altering, I tell you.
She speaks to the idea that we all only get dressed to please others and get snapped by photographers. “Street style isn’t street-centric anymore, it’s a string of calculated outfitting chronicles that often register contrived.” I hate this, because of the truth it so boldly carries. As one commenter on Leandra’s post brings up, it seems that we’re challenging the ideology of “pics or it didn’t happen.” If you wore a jaw-dropping outfit, but no one was around for their jaw to drop… did you ever really wear it? Most would give a big, fat nope. Which further proves that dressing for others is as prominent as ever.
The desire to be street snapped is now part of the thought process of getting dressed in the morning. And its effects have percolated through our little fashion minds in such a way that curating an outfit without photos becomes pointless. Do we have social media to blame? In every way possible.
Let’s go back and keep it real. Dress for you.