When given an opportunity to do my dream job, I’d run into the kitchen, grab the very first frying pen and hit the streets, slapping people round the head and saying ‘what is it that you don’t understand?’
Of course I don’t mean that in a bitchy vicious way. It’s to protect people from themselves or their hideous wardrobe. Sometimes I wonder whether they own some kind of a ‘special perspective changing’ mirror that throws them in a new dimension that makes them believe they actually look good.
Food for thought.
Ok, so that was my first attempt to write fashion blog. And then I stopped. Sometimes I feel I have soooooo much to tell bout fashion, fashionistas, wannabe fashionistas, fashion critics, people, photographers, designers, SHOES!!.. But then I want to and nothing clever comes out. Or in (my mind). So I started and then stopped. And then my bf read the draft I forgot to delete and said I should continue. Given he’s a pretty damn good blogger himself in my opinion (you can check his blog here -> boing) I thought well.. maybe I do have something new to say to celebrate fashion. Maybe.
And here I am again. Wanting to be part of it. You know - IT. It - the fashion. It - the buzz. It - the lifestyle. It.. – everything actually.
But first things first. I haven’t introduced myself properly at all. I’m 23-yo student of architecture, who completely missed her calling. ‘Why, so young and already knows her calling?’ you may say. Of course not. But I do know myself enough to know what I don’t want. Architecture definitely is not IT for me. Fashion on the other hand, I love. And I do mean love. In all her glorious ways, shapes, forms, colors, even an occasional faux pas is welcomed. I kind of feel like mother hen and fashion is like children to me. I do mean children not child. I feel like every aspect of fashion is one little baby I need to take care of, need to feed with information, need to see it flourish. And like any other mother (well-most of them at least) I’m not picky. I love all my babies equally. And of course just like for any other mother, that is a lie.
Another thing u should know about me. I’m not mean. Even if maybe first paragraph wants to prove me wrong. I don’t consider myself to be one of those self-righteous snobby bitches who think only their taste for fashion is the right taste for fashion. Or only expensive fashion is worthy fashion. Nope, not me. I don’t judge. Not in that way at least. Of course you have all the right in the world to dislike me for merely implying I am capable of judging in any form what so ever.
And this is a topic I would like to linger with a bit. Actually it is more of an explanation of my state of mind and my general perspective as a fashion lover. First of all, I believe in your own opinion. If a see a pair of ugly-as-hell louboutins (and I do loooove louboutins) I’m gonna say it’s a pair of ugly-as-hell louboutins.. aaaaand that you’re probably filthy rich tasteless idiot, who buys louboutins just for the sake of it. Ah, here it comes already. I practically can hear very clearly you yelling that I have no right to say that and that I certainly don’t have any right to judge you and that I should just keep my mouth shut. But that’s the beauty of it. You’re contradicting yourself now. If you have the ‘right’ to buy something ugly-as-hell and then wear it, don’t you think you’re being world’s biggest hypocritical bitch by saying I don’t have the right to express what I think? Oh wait the best part is yet to come. I am perfectly aware that we have very different tastes and esthetic views. Which, in my opinion, automatically defines our styles. So if I find your some of your likings absolutely hideous then it’s only natural that you must find some of my likings just as obnoctious. And this is just the thing that comes back and bites you in your hypocritical bum.
But I don’t want to bother you on my very first blog post. The way I see it, if you are one of those girls, then you probably won’t read this anyway. Like I said, I’m here to celebrate fashion, not roast it.
So what do you think? Are you interested?
Whatever you’re doing, I hope you’re doing it fashionably.
Love,
AjoLina
