13. oktober 2019
Do I want every look to serve up color blocking, pattern play or a futuristic steampunk take on Anna Karenina? No. Absolutely not.
Well, maybe a little bit.
An absolute great way to experience the international fashion weeks is by sitting on the other side of your phone in a pair of worn out tighty-whities, eating cheese chips, judging the clothes worn by street style darlings.
Your tighty-whities do not need to be old, but it’s just a little more fun if they are.
Being in the industry for quite a few seasons now, I can safely say that some real fashion week fuss is going on in the streets – not on the catwalk (setting aside of course the occasional runway crasher vs supermodel gatekeeper). Therefore my eyes are always firmly fixed on street style imagery. Often, this is where new trends will emerge, or “old” trends will live out their last days. This is where new collaborations are noticed and inspiration is shared.
Sometimes. Maybe. Once.
On hand you still had the horde of ladies praying to the Bottega God that is Daniel Lee, serving us earthy tones of overpriced, amazing accessories and hegemony
For a few seasons now I have been a little… shall we say, street style fatigued. As with everything in this world we call home, commercialism has reached street style photography. I am not opposed to people making money on this part of the industry as such, but it undeniably feels like it’s kind of lost its touch. It is more about who you are, than what you are wearing; which brands are most likely to be shown in magazines and therefore which images are most likely to be bought by magazines.
Bla bla bla, we already touched on this issue before.
And now I think I might want to change my mind – which is totally allowed, so get off my back. Because this season’s street style tasted a little different. Yes, on one hand you still had the horde of ladies praying to the Bottega God that is Daniel Lee, serving us earthy tones of overpriced, amazing accessories and hegemony. Quite frankly, in an even more extreme way than seen before, affirming my earlier opinion.
But on the other hand, you had something that seemed to feel a little like it use to be. A little too weird, a little too fashion, a little too much. But at least it was a little different. One of the strongest representations of this was by Teen Vogue, who served up some amazing images.
No, this is where the devil may care attitude should exist. Where outfits deemed “just too darn strange dear” by your grandmother lives
And I appreciated it. Not that it inspired me to wear an oversized, orange feather boa or pink hair and big pearls (look at that gorgeous lady!)
But I am pretty sure that is not what I want street style photography to be anyway: Inspiring one-to-one fashion. No, this is where the devil may care attitude should exist. Where outfits deemed “just too darn strange dear” by your grandmother lives. Where creativity gets to play. And where the diversity so badly needed should be portrayed.
Do I want every look to serve up color blocking, pattern play or a futuristic steampunk take on Anna Karenina? No. Absolutely not. Well, maybe a little bit. But I do want versatility, some representation, the same requested in every aspect of the fashion industry. I want to see people having fun with fashion. I want to see people that don’t fit into just one mold. That might be hard given the fact that there is a general lack of diversity in the fashion industry, but I think this could be an important place to start.
The odd one out. The people taking a chance. The ladies going in another direction. The different take on a trend. An unknown model rocking an unknown designer. We are far from the finish line in many aspects, but I saw a little glimpse of something this season.
And that made my tighty-whitie covered tail wag.