Give me your style-deprived, your unfashionable, your huddled masses yearning to be fierce.
We the people of the world of fashion, in order to form a more perfect and more stylish domain, establish justice and access to respective wears and fashionable associations, insure tranquility amongst the trend-obsessed masses, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare of our respective muses, and secure the Blessings of Anna Wintour to ourselves and our posterity. Do ordain and establish this Constitution for the ultimate democracy of all things style.
I was once gripped by thought of being forced out of the style world like many of my fellow primative print editors. Let’s face it; bloggers of the respective moment and hot young things sashaying all over Instagram (with their ironic hashtags) now run this once exclusive community. So as a slightly dramatic paper and ink writer, I deemed myself obsolete and wallowed in a glittery pool of self-pity. I became disenfranchised and felt like there was no longer a seat for me at the “cool” table. I thought my time was up and, to which I was being replaced by whoever has the most social media followers. But then it dawned on me, why curse the party before joining it? Don’t un-invite yourself before the save-the-dates go out!
So for my first blog post, I just wanted to say I’m attending this epic féte and we are all on the VIP list!