Hello World!…or maybe just one person. Before I start, I want to know what you think the door to the fashion world looks like. Is it covered in a jumble of mixed textures such as leather, lace, and vintage levis denim? Or do you imagine it as a brightly lit, shimmering crimson sequined door wherein Anna Wintour awaits you with a red rose a la The Bachelor? Would there be a secret password required for entry? I’m Melanie and this is my first blog post on here. Why start a fashion blog when there are thousands of fashion influencers on Instagram, Pinterest, and Youtube, most of whom are richer, more successful, and more beautiful than I’ll ever be? It just seems so 2012 to start a fashion blog, right? Not to sound like the actual fashion snob I am, but I guess you could say it’s better to be fashionably late than never show up. (*I say “fashionably late” as I lie in bed wearing a worn-out camouflage t-shirt and hand-me-down star print pajama pants*) Well, friends and not-so-much friends, (you know who you are) I feel as if there is a lack of connectivity when it comes to the FASHUN world nowadays. One can view a really fire-omg-I-almost-dropped-my-imaginary-avocado-toast (because who really has the money for avocado toast?!)-outfit, and that’s where the magic ends. One glance, and next. Thank you, next…outfit. Hello Ariana Grande! No one wants to analyze the what, why, and when unless it really pertains to themselves or draws their attention. I’m guilty of this. I tend to get in the habit of seeing a gorgeous girl wearing x brand of x shoes or shirt and I’m like, I NEED THAT in my life, without considering other factors such as if it really reflects who I am and strive to be. Then, when I get the article of clothing or shoes, my hopes of eternal beauty and coolness are painfully crushed. Following this ever-present realization comes the daunting task of looking inside myself. (metaphorically speaking, ya weirdos!) Dare I say, trends seem to be a platform for style in the way that Tinder is to love. We “hook-up” with trendy clothes we don’t feel that deep of a connection with, only to dump it the next day. How does my relationship with how I purchase clothing, shoes, and accessories reflect/deflect my inner insecurities, enhance/reduce my self-confidence, and shape me as a person? What does fashion really mean to me? Is style defined as aggressive individuality or subtle, easily-digestible trends wrapped up in one cute present we call an outfit? Is fashion really a superficial subject that has been masked and marketed as a vessel of creativity, self-expression, and confidence? Who will take care of my clothes when I’m gone?! I don’t know the answer to any of those, but I guess this is where I’m going to try. Come along for this fashion roller coaster. There are no height and/or weight requirements or restrictions on this ride. Additionally, this ride comprises of fast but mostly, slow fashion. Warning: contents of this blog are not intended to be perfect, the only thing I can promise is imperfection. I mean, there’s always the possibility I change this into a fashion-for-cats-blog, who knows? I am a recent proud owner of Comme des Garcons Converse (thank you sister for the amazing Christmas gift!) yet my brain does this cool thing where my pronunciation of Comme des Garcons changes every time I mouth the brand. No disrespect to the master of abstract and utterly mind-boggling clothes, Rei Kawakubo! I’m learning. Thank you for reading. I hope you have a great day. Let’s get fashiON this ride! Oh yeah, I have a tendency to make bad word plays too. Get used to it.
Melanie T / MelT
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