I have to tell you I’m a bit worried about the way fashion goes. Not long ago, I thought Erin Wasson’s homeless chic wisdom was beyond acceptable. However, bringing her so-called relaxed fashion to the catwalk, it spawned some wee monsters in the fashblogosphere.
Now everyone’s onto some kind of homeless fashion/style/whatever. I would understand if this was going the anti-couture way. I would close my eyes and forgive it this was like an homage; a way to say that they are noticed and the future holds something better for them. (the story continues right after the jump)
No. This is not the fashion message I was expecting to see running up and down the respectable fashblogosphere. This makes fashion and those working it a scary, ruthless congregation of n’importe quoi-adorers. I may not be the expected vintage hunter, though I had my days of thrifting. I may not be the expected fierce fashionista just because I’m writing about all things style & fashion. I do it because I like it. Because I think it’s fun, relaxing and a way of taking your mind off the daily and allowing you to connect with bright minds and wonderful spirits all around the world.
This homeless breeze making victims in the ranks of the couture fashionism wipes the smile off my face. And boy, do I love smiling! And laughing my heart out! Find me some fashion to love and to smile about! Find me some fashion to feel my heart singing with! Find me fashion! (photos via 1, 2)