fashion lust...

this is a prelude to another (longer) post, that i've been wanting to write for some time. its inspirations can be credited to the blogger, style rookie, a (very) young blogger who's miles ahead of the game in terms of fashion and style. what i like the most about her, however, isn't her fashion sense (although, let's be real, she's in the 92nd percentile in terms of dopeness and she hasn't even hit her teens yet). it's her earnestness in her desire to learn more about fashion and design, and the fun she's having developing a style that is completely her own -- which really, is what style is all about.

myself, i love parsing issues that deal with creativity, particularly design and aesthetics, because they sit outside of my expertise, so discovering the sartorial me has been an enthralling and engaging turn in my life.

i have a hard time throwing out magazines, instead spending an inordinate amount of time poring over the spreads and features: the color harmonies and palettes, the styling, the silhouettes, the mood, the narrative each outfit tells. i've taken to cutting out particularly intriguing/inspiring tidbits from my favorite magazines in a large sketchbook so I can easily refer to them, and keep them for posterity. i find that simply gathering all the pieces soothes me, like aesthetic therapy.





fashion, i believe, is a practical art -- much in the same way as language. to paraphrase tim gunn, fashion IS a language of its own -- a very personal language. for this reason, i follow fashion, admire it, like it, maybe after a few drinks and a few flips through a particularly artful spread, lust after it, but i doubt that i could ever earnestly LOVE it.