Is street style dead? Dude, I don't know. I know there are plenty of articles out there bashing the The Most Photographed people for wearing head-to-toe designer outfits in uninspiring ways, but to proclaim that street style is dead because only a few elite are uninspiring is pretty fucking naïve. As if the rest of us — the folks who get dressed up for jobs and things and also too give a shit about what we look like — are chopped liver. Shameful. I think there are plenty of problems with the business of blogging and remaining authentic, but it's certainly not mine, and therefore not my concern. In fact, when it comes to enjoying fashion month from the comfort of my computer at home I find even the train-wrecks and the sell outs inspiring as a cautionary tale for what not to be. So let the ever impractical Anna Dello Russos and the "OMG-so-busy, such-meetings" bloggers run around the globe, peacocking for the camera. I'll be here sipping my coffee/cocktail silently filling outfits I hate in my mind and publicly admiring the ones that I love here.
Style.com, Vogue.com, W Magazine