What makes something lucky, an all time favorite, traditional, or a signature piece? Is it they way it makes you feel? Or the way it so deliciously slips right on? Can a single piece of garment be the single determinant of the escalating need to pinpoint your style? Is it the summation of every piece and every attitude that equates to such style? Or is the necessity to perfect a personal style a dying art altogether?
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There is compulsive sense of attraction for a woman, or man to pursue the tactics of one too many of the infinite fashion bloggers out there. It is an overwhelmingly saturated market that has led to a sense of ignorance to what personal style and blogging is really about. We may feel a bit drawn to the thick rimmed glasses on Aimee Song’s Instagram and maybe a little impulsive when catching a glimpse of WeWoreWhat’s lace up bodycon. Are those pompom infested heels rummaging through every fashion blogger’s latest posts worth it? Although the flood of hesitation and impulsiveness impedes any realization of understanding that your purchase should not be based solely on the fact that our favorite fashion blogger is wearing it, but to be able to imagine it worn on ourselves and feel confident that this piece will serve as an added garnish to your wardrobe; it complements and does not linger.
I’ve come to understand the virtues and the essence of blogging and the meaning of the stories behind fashion. I’m not here to insist on the ways a dress should and should not be worn. I am here to tell the galvanizing tale of the delirious flamingo attached to Sophia Webster’s heel or the inconspicuously indulging way a matching pair of denim culottes and crop tops will make me feel inside.
As the noteworthy fashion decades of the past subtly resurface, the notion of a defined style for all women shatters and reconstructs a vivid path toward the imminent behavior of making shit personal and creating a visual of what we stand for. The saturation of the fashion world and the growing demand for luxury goods and unbelievably well dressed behaviors have dispersed any limitations we put on ourselves from choosing to buy from a few selection of brands. You will find a 54-year-old and an 27-year-old going in for the same pair of black Proenza Schouler heels because the excuse of admitting that a brand defines your style is no longer viable.
The art of personal style has evolved. Pieces are no longer designed for a particular target market. Instead we embellish our style with the fringe based pieces or the unclear prints given to us as paint brushes to dress up our minds.