farpitzs. :: when i have something to say, i’ll say it.

when i have something to say, i’ll say it.

thanks to foster, i’ve kinda made my first appearance on gawker. kinda. (an article that first posted on my blog was re-posted onto mediaite before being posted again in a ‘puff piece’ about the fact that there isn’t much going on in the fashion world at the moment because it isn’t fashion week.) as i consider him a friend, i felt the need to tell him that i was insulted to be boxed into the “fashion bloggers don’t know how to write” generalization. my frustration isn’t with him [per se], but rather with this sudden and immense pressure put upon bloggers to be as well-written as the so-called experts. i’m no expert, honey. i’m just a girl with a laptop. a girl with a laptop who really loves the creativity and ever-changing industry of fashion who expresses herself through writing, however poorly. gawker has done me the favor of showing me that i am not alone, but that the cartoon characters (and i may hurt some feelings here: a pre-pubescent girl, a man who looks eerily like a woman, an extremely avant garde dresser or two or seventeen) of the blogging world are far more interesting than i am with invitations to sit in the crème de la crème seats at fashion shows. my mom tells me i’m funny, so where my invites?

i’m not yet jaded by the fashion industry; i live with my parents, i don’t have much money, my social life is what i make of it, but the wonder and amazement that i feel when i am able to attend (sneak in) is unlike anything that i can describe. actually, maybe i can: it’s like going to a 15-minute carnival. or like being in the world’s largest candy store. it is almost like being in a room full of dachshund puppies. when fashion week isn’t going on, all the style publications feel a little lost, flailing their metaphorical arms, wondering what in the world they could possibly write about. they sure aren’t gonna write about menswear; in the past century, the biggest trend has been the pocket square. and aside from all the gaunt faces and jutting bones (models are skinny, i am not), the fact that a lot of pr people have entitlement issues, or that everyone is so much taller than me (models are tall, i am not), the whole show thing is awe-inspiring. seeing a designer’s talent culminated into wearable pieces of art after only a few months is wondrous. as a blogger, i can appreciate all this and i can assume the same about my peers. they’re jotting down their thoughts and feelings and, to be honest, who cares about how learned they are or how much education they’ve received or if they are writing for a “respected” publication? the media is merely catching on. if you understand what the author is trying to convey, isn’t that the real point? aside from salary, what is the difference between writing about fashion as a hobby or as an occupation?

deep thoughts