"OMG !! Those Acne wedges and the Bebaroque tights…you look amazing in both photos ! I found out about your blog from last month's Elle UK mag. Didn't they make an absolutely wonderful choice to feature you there? 🙂 Kisses from Romania :*"
"There's something no one seems to notice.. if you dress so fashion forward like you do, you're obviously not going to attract any guys whatsoever… men would much rather go for the basic skinny jeans and strappy top kind of girl… and please… you can be fashion forward and avant grade and NOT look like you're old … and can't you be more feminine???? YOU'RE A GIRL , NOT A WOODEN MANNEQUIN. And anyway, I've been to London tons of times before, and I have yet to see someone so poorly dressed 😐 (It's) like you have robbed an entire thrift store or something."
"I don't know why, but your aesthetic looks as though it was completely random… as if your wardrobe would have exploded in your face this morning and random pieces of clothing landed on your body ..the colors are horrible and anyway… do you go out like that???????? IN LONDON?"
I had for a long time given up on ranting and raving on the blog. I frankly have none of the energy nor time to waste on malice. There's too many good things going on to be huffing and puffing. However, with a point to make and anger incited, I couldn't ignore the above string of comments on various blog posts here. They are written by the same person though you wouldn't think it after reading the first and second. They were made over a couple of months so it's not opinion schizophrenia that you're seeing there. The person is NOT anonymous and is in fact a fellow blogger (not giving the satisfaction of linking to her…). Who knows what exactly I have done to trigger this person to be giving kisses in one instance and then berating me the next.
The point is though that there is a level of blinkered closed-mindedness displayed in the latter two comments that is most beguiling and confusing to me. In particular, the second comment seems to insult not just my taste in clothing but a whole opposite sex, diminishing them to ogre-like creatures who simply hone their eyes onto female forms in tight jeans and strappy tops (whilst attempting to figure out ways of how to bed them in their oaf-like brains…). The type of person that makes such a comment surely shouldn't be reading this blog in the first place. I use collective 'we' because I think there is a certain general demographic that visits the blog and of course whilst there are differences all round, I have the belief that there aren't too many of you that feel that women should be oppressed into skinny jeans and strappy tops. Chuck in some very generic phrases such as 'fashion-forward' and 'avant garde' and you have yourself a puzzled face that looks like it's trying to do long division without a calculator.
I of course have nothing to say in reply to the 'random' accusations. Yes, my outfits are sometimes random and perhaps there has been a clothing explosion or two. Your point is? Oh right… do I go out like that? Errr… well yes I do. And? Have I been tomato-ed and egg-ed on the streets? Errr… no?
The sum of all of this is, to this day, after the so-called 'democratisation' of fashion and 'liberation of personal style' that we have supposedly seen through the medium of personal style blogs, is that there are some of 'us' (I'm using collective terms here because this person is not what one would call a 'troll') that still think that pleasing other people; everyone from the man on the street to err… prospective sexual partners and caring about what they think is the sole objective of getting dressed and nurturing a personal style. Then perhaps those processes of 'democratisation' and 'liberation' that pepper the articles full of high praise for the impact of the internet on fashion, aren't what they seem to be. And so nothing has happened and dressing to please yourself is not actually something truly seized by everybody, even by those who purportedly love fashion (forgot to mention that the commenter is a fashion blogger). I feel like I need to eat a whole Terry's chocolate orange because that in itself is depressing.
Anyhow, if the above chunk of text is too tiresome to get through, there are images that are semi-related. I didn't want to mar the beauty of this Dagmar dress that I'm wearing for an event tomorrow evening with the the slightly unpleasant tones here. That said, you ask questions such as "Can't you be more feminine????" with a blistering FOUR question marks and you get the answer here. Yes, I will leave things well alone once in a while and let their beauty shine…
But I'd much prefer to add a few things here and there… ok maybe a lot of things in some cases… because it FEELS GOOD. Yes, FEELING GOOD. When did one's personal feelings about what they are wearing fly out of the window here I wonder…