Fashion vs. Style
Unbeknownst to me, I became a Label Whore grabbing up everything from DKNY Logo T's and Sneakers to Versace Jeans with matching tops and hitting all the discounts for less in the tri-state including Woodbury Commons, Century 21, and Daffy's. I had a Logo matching ensemble for every "in" designer of the season. And boy, did I flaunt (LOL) in a somewhat arrogant elitist way- much like the girl in my 7th grade class with the Liz Clairborne ski coat. I had adopted the persona of what it meant to ROCK a label and the attitude that should be applied when dressed in these fashionable garments. As the time went on, the labels just weren't enough feeling like the Stepford wives. It was more uniform than anything. I was no elitist. I was just a mock-up for what I thought was expected of a well dressed and stylish chica.
Something was not settling... Let's see... I had the clothes with labels, the hair, the stylish friends, went to all the right hang-outs, but I somehow still felt so very average. I look in magazines and notice one thing- the ad on the page would say DKNY, but no logo's present??? ... the Donna Karen name would appear... no logo's present??? ... Versace ads the same. Moschino ads the same. But somehow without these logos, I still felt the power of fashion bursting from the pages. Although, the style, cut and color were significant. At this time, I was ignorant to design without realizing... I then decided I'd try this... no logos for me!!! Only signature labels on the tags. I crept out the house hitting up all my favorite haunts feeling inadequate and insecure noticing all the logos swarming. I was no longer a part of this movement all though my pieces were much more expensive and stylish with impeccable quality ... i felt less than... not feeling like the models on the pages bursting with beauty and confidence. I felt like an odd ball, but there was no turning back. I refused to go back to sportswear casual when I was in ready-to-wear discounted pieces from last season. I returned home thumbing the pages. The difference between my peers myself and these women was not the fashion... it was the style... the STYLE... The STyle ... How could I not see? How could I not know??? Fraternal twins- fashion and style. Who would've thunk it LOL. Two things so different and exactly the same ... and the crush turns into a relationship and a power struggle of Fashion vs. STyle starring ME!
Unbeknownst to me, I became a Label Whore grabbing up everything from DKNY Logo T's and Sneakers to Versace Jeans with matching tops and hitting all the discounts for less in the tri-state including Woodbury Commons, Century 21, and Daffy's. I had a Logo matching ensemble for every "in" designer of the season. And boy, did I flaunt (LOL) in a somewhat arrogant elitist way- much like the girl in my 7th grade class with the Liz Clairborne ski coat. I had adopted the persona of what it meant to ROCK a label and the attitude that should be applied when dressed in these fashionable garments. As the time went on, the labels just weren't enough feeling like the Stepford wives. It was more uniform than anything. I was no elitist. I was just a mock-up for what I thought was expected of a well dressed and stylish chica.
Something was not settling... Let's see... I had the clothes with labels, the hair, the stylish friends, went to all the right hang-outs, but I somehow still felt so very average. I look in magazines and notice one thing- the ad on the page would say DKNY, but no logo's present??? ... the Donna Karen name would appear... no logo's present??? ... Versace ads the same. Moschino ads the same. But somehow without these logos, I still felt the power of fashion bursting from the pages. Although, the style, cut and color were significant. At this time, I was ignorant to design without realizing... I then decided I'd try this... no logos for me!!! Only signature labels on the tags. I crept out the house hitting up all my favorite haunts feeling inadequate and insecure noticing all the logos swarming. I was no longer a part of this movement all though my pieces were much more expensive and stylish with impeccable quality ... i felt less than... not feeling like the models on the pages bursting with beauty and confidence. I felt like an odd ball, but there was no turning back. I refused to go back to sportswear casual when I was in ready-to-wear discounted pieces from last season. I returned home thumbing the pages. The difference between my peers myself and these women was not the fashion... it was the style... the STYLE... The STyle ... How could I not see? How could I not know??? Fraternal twins- fashion and style. Who would've thunk it LOL. Two things so different and exactly the same ... and the crush turns into a relationship and a power struggle of Fashion vs. STyle starring ME!
