Sunday, October 20, 2013

Let's start by stating my philosophy for this blog.

I love fashion.  I love seeing clothes transform a person's appearance, molding them into something more than the parts, sometimes almost turning them into someone else.  I love the history of fashion, watching the styles change to reflect the times, reflecting the lives of our ancestors for better and for worse.  I love the fun of it, and am amused by the cattiness and tantrums we've come to expect by designers and editors.  So I read the fashion magazines.

One page of a fashion magazine can lift my imagination to new heights by talking about the artistry of the industry and the amazing talent revealed on the runway, but I know the next page will probably show the ugliest shoe in the world and try to convince me to spend a month's salary on it.  To them I am their "aspirational" audience but strangely I possess something called "common sense."  So to amuse myself on those in-between pages, I snark on them.  Now I'm taking that snarking public.

But I come here not just to bury fashion mags, but also to praise them when they deserve it.  If I love it, if it actually speaks to me as a (relatively) normal woman, I'll positively reinforce 'em for it.  I'll also pass along advice I have, plus general industry knowledge I've gathered over the years.  In the end, I abide by the wisdom of Michael Kors:  Lighten up, it's just fashion!  Who knows what this will evolve to!

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