I suspect 2016 will be the year I integrate granny chic back into my wardrobe in a hardcore fashion. I've been a fan of it for ages, seeing it in 2000's Marc Jacobs, endless Miu Miu playful iterations of Prada's more grown up aesthetic, and TV shows like Fargo — which is excellent! It's a relief, in a way, after too long a stretch of absolute and boring minimalism. Blah. Just thinking of what people construe as minimalism these days makes me think of plain oatmeal with water. Minimalism today seems to have been diluted to anything plain as hell. It's not even Minimalismin in the super- thoughtful and designed Scandanavian way, but in the 'Here's me in a jeans and t-shirt look how simple I can be' kind of way — which is as much minimalism as Alanis Morissette's definition of ironic in "Ironic." So welcome back mismatched patterns and dark colors in place of black. I'll happily accept spend the next year trying to figure out how to make you mine.
I haven't made a fashion related purchase in about a month, which doesn't seem like an achievement of any sorts until I start truly thinking of how much I tend to reward myself with whatever I want since I started making a real living. I work hard, which is satisfying in a way, and have gotten used to giving myself a treat whenever I felt like it just becaues I finally could. The problem is that having everything and anything I always wanted didn't make me happier, but instead made me feel more and more like I'm was on an island of fucking stuff, wondering what the point of it all was.
So lately instead of shopping I'm getting rid of everything I haven't worn in six months — and I do mean everything. I like how "off the grid" it makes me feel to have fewer choices in the morning because I'm slowly whittling down a decade's worth of clothes down to trusty favorites and solid basics.
I'm noticing the less frequently I buy something fashion related, the more I feel disconnected to the fashion weeks, the nonsense coverage by fashion magazines, and purported style blogger authorities.
How sustainable is it anyway for anyone to have a walk in closet with museum-like shelves and pedestals for dozens of bags and stilletos? Some of the most successful Pins on Pinterest seem to be the saddest to me, promoting a cavernous Mariah Carey diva closet of endless Chanels, Hermes, Valentino this, Gucci in subtle variations. I want something more. I want to be able to look into my typical closet with sliding doors and be inspired and confident in what I've got.
So I'm unfollowing and unplugging from uninspiring, recycled, and avenues for anxiety everywhere because I have decided that on the cusp of thirty I simply don't want this type of life. The constant pursuit of shit. I want something more meaningful, which is rooted in financial responsibility (a.k.a., no more credit cards for purchases, an endeavor I've embarked upon recently that is a surprising struggle), human moments with friends and family (a.k.a., put down the freaking phone), and living more simply (a.k.a., some timeless closet items are fine, but for the most part the wardrobe should be minimal). It's this anti-inspiration that is suddenly my main motivation these days, especially in fashion.
Maybe it's me growing up, turning the corner on a brand new decade, and much like starting a new job, wanting to be the best version of my self without the baggage and silliness I fell prey to the previous years.
Oh? And what am I wearing in the photos? I'm wearing a bunch of old stuff I love. Things that aren't even of this current season and I couldn't care less.
Alexander Wang dress | Zara mules | Helmut Lang blazer | Zara faux fur | Céline sunglasses
Fashion is cyclical. Blah blah blah. We all know this. What I wish people wrote about more was how to incorporate retro trends in a more wearable way. I know there are the occasional street style stars that are #blessed with head-to-toe Gucci, Isabel Marant and Saint Laurent outfits, but that's just so incredibly unrealistic from my point of view because a) I have a budget, b) I need to consider that my ass is on BART for at least an hour a day walking a mile between work and home, and c) I don't believe outfits are ever meant to be that expensive and that temporary for regular day life. So while the street style upper echelon stars are still inspirational, they're so out of touch it's downright frustrating when it comes to actual application.
Ok, rant over. I wanted to create a retro look, but had zero desire to spend more a nominal amount of cash on a couple of pieces that can help transform what I own into something that is a little more (for lack of a better word) trendy. I ended up modifying one of my favorite outfit combinations by layering a collared shirt under it and adding a pair of strappy suede shoes that resemble those beautiful but absurdly-priced Gucci Fall 2015 $1750 runway shoes.
It turns out that was enough for me to dial up a trusty outfit I already wear to death and make it trendy circa this minute. Boom. Done.