The Sartorialist
I’ve become infatuated with the Sartorialist, a blog which most are already familiar; the creator wanders posts photos of people and outfits he stumbles upon in his travels. Usually the stylist individuals he’s features are from NYC, Paris, or Milan. Not a huge surprise, considering the fashionable reputation the three cities have already.
Some girls at Skidmore have actually established a satellite blog with an honorable amount of web traffic and well-composed posts: the aptly named “Skidtorialist.”
It’s not that I’ve never been interested in the way people dress — I’ve had my own teenage adventures mixing patterns. I was obsessed with everything H&M in high school, if only because it was colorful and cheap. While I suffered through mono, I acquired a series of regrettable habits; after a semester of playing with looks and outfits and the like, I surrendered to the inclination of wearing sweatshirts and jeans every day. I was, after all, sick as a dog. Why the hell wouldn’t I?
Mono fashion, however, has kept its grip on me for quite a while. Some of this probably has to do with the unfortunate weight gain that came with my bedridden lifestyle. Ick.
Preparing for France has sent me a complete frenzy: what should I wear? How can I possible compete? I’ve spent the last few months feeling like a dweeby high school freshman trying desperately to fit in with the popular kids.
I’ve come to discover, however, that the importance is not necessarily what you are wearing. Trends can and should be avoided. It’s about understanding the shape of your body and how to accentuate different parts of it. So this is exactly what I am trying to learn: today I am wearing my red canvas flats with the wonderful zipper detail I find hard to describe, my new tailored gray skirt, my favorite red cotton shirt, and my red and white striped earrings. I am debating whether or not I should wear white socks or just go without…my mom told me I look like a jerk with the socks.
She’s kind of a jerk, too.
I seem incapable of choosing a subject for these posts. There isn’t a lot of consistency. I guess that will come with time; I haven’t written for pleasure in over a year. I need to get back in the game, and then I’ll be better.
