So, like.
I'm pretty much done with fashion Blogger hey.
I'm pretty much done with fashion Blogger hey.
After Australian Fashion Week last week, I can pretty much say, I'm fucking over it.
I love fashion. With every fibre of my being.
I sometimes wish I didn't. It's an expensive love to have.
Since opening my first Vogue when I was 13 (UK, it was) and glimpsing that amazing Tim Walker editorial of Lily Cole in India in a fantastical world of texture and colour and life, I can safely say...fashion is HEAVEN.
I have an addiction to its beauty and splendour.
I sometimes wish I didn't. It's an expensive love to have.
Since opening my first Vogue when I was 13 (UK, it was) and glimpsing that amazing Tim Walker editorial of Lily Cole in India in a fantastical world of texture and colour and life, I can safely say...fashion is HEAVEN.
I have an addiction to its beauty and splendour.
And I know I always will, it's something one cannot easily shake off and cease to admire.
My passion for it escalated in High School, to the point that when I was 17 (quite a few years ago now, sorry to say), I stumbled into the world of fashion Blogger.
I loved being able to post my inspirations, find and follow other bloggers so similar to me, to share thoughts and ideas and fashion crushes.
I loved how fresh it was, how people tried to do their own thing, be creative as possible with their outfit choices, and had realistic budgets and expectations (well, at least somewhat).
I loved being able to post my inspirations, find and follow other bloggers so similar to me, to share thoughts and ideas and fashion crushes.
I loved how fresh it was, how people tried to do their own thing, be creative as possible with their outfit choices, and had realistic budgets and expectations (well, at least somewhat).
I liked the variety of blogs I followed, and how versatile and inventive some of them were.
Now, shit has changed. The Fellts happened.
What a fucking joke that is.
Yes, those girls are beautiful, utterly stylish and have amazing taste in fashion and what not.
What a fucking joke that is.
Yes, those girls are beautiful, utterly stylish and have amazing taste in fashion and what not.
But hey, do you remember a time when they weren't so fucking glamourised and up themselves?
I do.
I remember when you used to be able to talk to them, and get a response from them without having to suck up with a cliched "OMG, you are SUCH a babe" comment.
I remember when some of them had to do it all on their own.
Not as many free clothes, heck, I reckon they actually had to PAY for shit. They had to be more creative and source their outfits far more carefully, and they were inspiring because if you wanted a similar look (not that I copied them, but I'm speaking generally here), it was actually ACHIEVABLE.
Not designer, layered upon designer.If I wanted to see that, I'd buy a magazine.
And as for their normal everyday lives?
Not every normal blogger is shipped off overseas for fashion week antics and mingling with the pretentious elite.
I do.
I remember when you used to be able to talk to them, and get a response from them without having to suck up with a cliched "OMG, you are SUCH a babe" comment.
I remember when some of them had to do it all on their own.
Not as many free clothes, heck, I reckon they actually had to PAY for shit. They had to be more creative and source their outfits far more carefully, and they were inspiring because if you wanted a similar look (not that I copied them, but I'm speaking generally here), it was actually ACHIEVABLE.
Not designer, layered upon designer.If I wanted to see that, I'd buy a magazine.
And as for their normal everyday lives?
Not every normal blogger is shipped off overseas for fashion week antics and mingling with the pretentious elite.
Like seriously, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
They used to be so relatable.
Anyway. I still admire their style, but heck. It makes me mad they still classify themselves as bloggers when they prance around acting like models and celebrities.
As for other bloggers, I find that the creative fashion photography and art blogs seem to becoming far more sparse these days. Most making the move to Tumblr.
They're half the blogs I used to adore and follow, and now I mainly see blogs consisting only of outfit posts and giveaways. There is not as much writing as there used to be, or inspirational posts.
If I ever came across a stylish person's blog, I loved to see into their inspirations, and hear their thoughts and feelings, not just identify the labels of the attire they slapped on their back.
They're half the blogs I used to adore and follow, and now I mainly see blogs consisting only of outfit posts and giveaways. There is not as much writing as there used to be, or inspirational posts.
If I ever came across a stylish person's blog, I loved to see into their inspirations, and hear their thoughts and feelings, not just identify the labels of the attire they slapped on their back.
As for the suck ups! SHIT. I do NOT want to waste my time on these people.
"Oh you're amazing, like I love your shoes, you should so model, like OMG. Please come visit and follow my blog".
"Oh you're amazing, like I love your shoes, you should so model, like OMG. Please come visit and follow my blog".
Or the bloggers with their eyes set on what I like to refer to as "blogger-climbing", and heave their way up on the ladder by flattering and sucking up to the virtually well known girls and boys, just to gain more attention and more followers, and hence, quench their ego thirst.
Yo. This was supposed to be about creativity!!!
Yuck, guys. Just fucking yuck.
This blog of mine, I love and adore. It has been around for a few years now and has had a lovely following. I would love to thank you all for bearing with my ups and downs, and crazy fashion phases.
I am glad I have been able to provide you with not only fashion, but photography and musical inspiration for the past four years. For those of you I have made friendships with, I am glad that this is what brought us together.
I am glad I have been able to provide you with not only fashion, but photography and musical inspiration for the past four years. For those of you I have made friendships with, I am glad that this is what brought us together.
But it is time for me to give it up, if not forever, then at least for a good while.
I need a break from it.
As a very creative girl, I know I will probably stumble down other creative paths in the future, so I'll try and update you on that if it so happens.
But as for now, if you want to stay in touch, please pop by my tumblr, Basil The Goat or pop by my Instagram @labanna.
Leaving you with one last dreamy song and film clip by Swim Deep. Do listen to it, and let it melt your heart and eyes.
Thank you all, and I may or may not speak to you soon.
xx
