This is an outfit dance party. I won’t tell you which band I’m listening to for fear of being branded deeply uncool (or even unhip, which is grounds for being exiled from Portland), and because I just read Tavi‘s profile in the New Yorker, I’m not feeling particularly cool or hip. Yay for having friends whose boyfriends buy them subscriptions to classy magazines?
I won’t lie and say Tavi hasn’t been an influence on this blog, because she has (she reminds me that writing on the internet doesn’t have to be perfect–it’s usually better when it’s not), but sometimes I look at the blogging market, and it seems like blogs are tending toward the image side of fashion (bloggers becoming spokesladies and models) instead of the criticism side of fashion (although Tavi has written for legit magazines…but who else? I guess Winona has done pretty well for herself.) I want to keep this blog up, and I sometimes want to put a lot of effort into it, but I’m not really sure why. It plagues me.
What would you like to see on this blog?
Outfit-wise, this is a version of what I’ve been wearing to work lately. Flats, so I can lug files around without killing myself, some sort of skirt because I only own two pairs of pants that fit, and sweaters that can toggle on or off depending on the psychotic air conditioning unit by my desk.
Sweater & Skirt: Ann Taylor Loft. Tee & Necklace: F21. Shoes: Payless. Bag: Lulu.