I happen to like my rather large feet, (made more prominent with wonderful Wrangler’s), my odd obsession with wearing colours which really don’t go, and even my habit of carrying the same bag everyday (mainly due to my laziness in swapping the contents). Each attribute is singular and distinctive, and makes me who I am. Even showing the burden of student-debt and a diet of pesto-flipping-pasta, style seems to be something which comes with the person, not with the budget (unless I am indeed, believing what I want to). Even looking at the dress of fashion designers like Giorgio Armani, Karl Lagerfeld and Carolina Herrera, you couldn’t say they have fashionable clothing (in the sense that we know it), in fact, they have quite narrow personal taste. They ooze style, not cutting-edge fashion.
High Fashion is exactly that. High maintenance, high prices and even higher ego’s. To be truly fashionable takes serious dedication. Think trawling through hundreds of outfits, of varying colour, and shape, and cut, and…the list goes on. You’re dressing to please an ever-judging audience, invisible or not, you’re conforming to au courant executed à la mode (and any other French phrases applicable). Whereas the stylish need only to please themselves, never reaching a goal or ideal, simply staying parallel with their concept of a good appearance. The latter seems more appealing to me.