Personal style, style personal.
I am under the agreement with myself that style is a personal thing, a personal freedom that cannot be denied or scrutinised by someone else. One of my pet-hates (I have quite a few pet-hates which you’ll gather by the time you’ve read a few of my blog posts) is when you flick through one of those god-awful “celebrity trash mags” (which is also another pet-hate of mine) and they’ll no doubt be a page called “Who wore it better?” or along the same lines. Most of the time, they are comparing two people such as (for the purpose of the argument) Vanessa Hudgens and Kourtney Kardashian. Two attractive, young, slim, successful, rich, pampered and spoilt celebrities that have everything in the whole wide world at their fingertips, and now they are being subjected to somebody judging their outfit and comparing them to some other just as rich and beautiful celebrity. Not that I’m saying I feel sorry for them, because I don’t. I just feel slightly violated and judged when I come across pages like that or “Sack the Stylist” or “What Were You Thinking?!”. Why should anybody be judged by their outfit? Famous or not, I think everyone should have a right to dress exactly as they please without some bored nobody telling them they look hideous.
So back to the point of personal style. For me, I would describe somebody with amazing style as someone who instigates trends rather than follows them. I personally think there is a craft to styling yourself. Anybody can look at the runway shows in September and predict what will be in the stores for Spring the following year. It is the people that start those trends, that are the true fashionistas. And by the trend instigators, I do not mean the Karl Lagerfeld’s and the Isabel Marant’s of the world. I mean the people, things, places that inspire them to create their coveted collections. Without the individuality of some unique and eccentric beings, we wouldn’t even have the clothes that we are currently wearing or being bought from places like Topshop and River Island.
And don’t even get me started on Topshop and River Island. I despise them, and shops of the like. And that’s not to say I don’t go in them or buy their clothes, because I do. I just strongly believe they are the bane of the fashion world and an insult to those of the truly fashionable kind. I believe they are nothing more than a money-making scheme, selling clothes that aren’t particularly substantial enough to class as “fashion”, and it works! It certainly worked on me. Just because you buy your clothes from Topshop, doesn’t make you unique or different or even fashionable. It just makes you the same as everyone else. Think of the amount of people that have that top you bought from Topshop the other day. Or the dress. Or those shoes. What’s funny is one of the biggest fashion faux pas’ is being in the same room or something with somebody wearing the same thing as you, but if you buy your clothes from River Island, what do you expect?!
I live in a place where individuality is not particularly expressed or even really encouraged. Because it’s such a small town, everybody seems to know someone who knows you and it can get extremely tedious and annoying. When I was 14, I came downstairs with red lipstick on and my grandad found this to be such a major thing. Red lipstick. So anyway, he went down to the pub and this was such a big deal that he told everybody there that I had red lipstick on. Now to me, this is no big deal whatsoever, just as mundane as someone wearing shoes, however this is also the pub that I work at. So I went to work on the next Friday and my second cousin who owns the pub came up to me and the first thing he said to be was “so I hear you were wearing red lipstick”, ERM, YEAH?! What’s your point?! They were acting as if I walked out of my house naked with a green afro. Not that there’s even anything wrong with that!!
Ever since I was little my parents used to take me to Camden Market (I say ‘used’ to, I still go, I just usually take myself). If you’ve never been to Camden, it’s a place where having eclectic style is the norm and most probably, blue jeans in Camden would be as hard to find as blue jeans in Lady Gaga’s wardrobe. So this place I used to LOVE to visit, just for all the different sights, different expressions of individuality and styles, and I still love to go there. For me, Camden Market is the epitome of personal style and I advise any budding (or established) fashion designer, stylist, makeup artist, photographer, journalist or whatever you do, to visit Camden just once. Because I guarantee if you go once, you’ll want to go again.
So in reality, individuality is the way forward, not following trends or buying out Topshop. I think personal style is a personal journey, an evolution of you shown through your clothes. Like I said: personal style, style personal.