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Ladies and skirt-clad gentlemen;
Just say no to strutting around outside Fashion Week venues wearing ridiculous crap so that people (know you want them to) take pictures of you. Or say yes, I don’t care.
It would probably be a good idea for you to watch this new mini-doc by Garage Magazine exploring “the rise of ‘peacocking’ street style stars as a result of the proliferation of blogs” before you decide to go full-out these guys though (I don’t even know them and I hate them.)
As some fashiony person says in this most blogworthy of videos by Garage Magazine, “I feel that anyone who dresses with the intention to get photographed will NOT get photographed by the right people”
That video was even jucier than I expected it to be (but not quite so juicy as the kerfuffle-causing “The Circus of Fashion” article penned by Suzy Menkes a few weeks ago.)
“HA!… ha HA!.. SO TRUE!… HA!” I found myself saying throughout the course of this 9-minute-long video; though I’m sure a large part of that is due to jealously. The only people who take pictures of me on the street during fashion week are pantsless men in white minivans who think I’m actually a Japanese schoolgirl.
For real though homies, posing on rocks all nonchalantly in an waiting for people to take pictures of you just seems so LAME AND OBNOXIOUS. As obnoxious as seeing people doing that in a video on the internet and then going home to blog about it. UGH.
Like, look at Anna Dello Russo at minute 4:05. LOOK AT HOW STUPID THAT IS!
If the incredibly rich and powerful editor-at-large of Vogue Japan can barely get away with it, you’d better bet your bottom loonie that neither can some aspiring RP T-Lister from Thornhill.
I’m not trying to diss street style OR narcissism — I’m clearly all about both of those things. I simply hate humourless douchebaggery, and despite the fact that I’m neither old, new or future guard, I can relate to alot of what these OG fashion insiders are saying.
The way they speak so longingly about the good old days before everybody and their iPhone could play fashion editor… the disdain they show for the blogger-n00bs who’ve invaded THEIR space, crowding it, changing it, soiling it with cheap uninitiated, unearned nonesense… that’s exactly how a lot of us OG internet people feel about the web lately.
Our world has been infiltrated. It’s no longer a precious space. Things have changed. C’est La Vie?
Anyhoo, I’ve got to go to bed because Toronto’s (pre / rogue / off-site) fashion shOws kick off tomorrow and I need to wake up early to prepare a dope outfit. I’m thinking of copying the outfit at the top of this post to a T, pretty much, so nobody else wear it okay?
P.S. Earl Sweatshirt, WHOA:
This is where I’m going to redirect everybody who asks me what a meme is from now on.
Those of you who continue to ask me where I get the “memes” for my SMS messages and forum posts will simply be shunned if not executed.
THEY’RE CALLED RAGE FACES, IDIOT!
And I wonder why I don’t have friends.
Here you go, dearest homies – Memes explained in one image by Buzzfeed:
Okay, that was three images because my server was all like “BAH TOO BIG! YOU IDJEEYUT!”
I should also note that the word itself rhymes with “cream”, not “dame” and certainly not “Shanaynay”. Also, this timeline is pretty cool.
That is all.