As far as I’ve been able to discern, there are two, possibly three, main breeds of fashion blogger. Not every blogger embodies one or the other, but the ones who do really do. First, there’s the tall, leggy, and couture-clad. The type you’d be likely to see in an actual magazine. I’m talking Karla Deras, Jane Aldridge, and Bebe Zeva.They are Fashion bloggers: interested more in the industry and institution than in the nuances of personal style. They, for the most part, are the serious careerists. I greatly respect their brand of blogging, even if it doesn’t exactly speak to me. I can barely recognize Louis Vuitton even with the ubiquitous “LV” stamp.
Then you’ve got the quirky girls. The chipper ModCloth darlings who sign their posts “love”. Their writing style is inviting and often distinctly maternal, peppered with details of their lives, in contrast to the relative minimalism of the capital-F Fashionistas. Emblematic of the genre would be Marissa Noelle, Rachel Sullivan, and Laura at Joyful Fox. In Zooey Deschanel’s utopia, saddle shoes and Peter Pan collars reign supreme. Vintage girls are a popular thematic subset. The passion for well-tailored shirtwaist dresses remains, but the source is likelier to be an indie thrift shop than ModCloth or Anthropologie. Cue Amanda Johnson and Solanah at Vixen Vintage.
I didn’t realize until I glimpsed my reflection in a window on my way to class that today I am dressed as your absolute textbook “quirky fashion blogger”. And this is one of my favorite outfits lately. Not a damn thing wrong with tropes.
Giraffe socks. Or “long horses”, as Reddit would say.
I get really into holidays, even when they’re made-up.
Dress & Necklace: Old Gold Cardigan & Belt: Battery Street Jeans Shoes: Miz Mooz Tights, Socks, & Ring: Gifted Hat: Handed down from cousin