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The world of blogs is a strange one. The internet has spawned any and every niche of opinion, perspective, and looming interest. Some with thorough commentary, while others strictly visual. From food to music, to straight up terrible online medical advice, the internet is home to endless brain waves.
Fashion bloggers in particular have gained exceptional notoriety, developing mainstream followings that often evolve their passion into ad campaigns, book deals, and lots of free crap. From The Style Rookie to The Selby, the world of fashion blogs fascinate me. There seems to be common elements that many fashion blogs share: a cute girl with a streak of unique style to affluent girls with a penchant for expensive gear. Both are typically photogenic and equally devoted to chronicling their taste levels. Then there's talented guys with pricey cameras that photograph both unique pedestrian outfits and couture sleekness the rest of us would love to emulate with thrift store duds. Enhanced by impressive camera quality and professional dedication, the line between casual fashion documentation and consumer targeted art may become blurred. Fashion blogs that project confident personalities and often times, physical likability within the subject, have forever influenced our methods of how we shop and filter trends, and ultimately who we trust in what we choose to like and accept.
I imagine all blogs start out as these little organic nooks of expression, with no definitive end goal or sellable product. I look at them as on going shared experiences that can begin and end at any time. But because it seems that many of these fashion blogs often turn into the makings of profitable businesses for certain individuals, it makes me question what I'm looking at. I don't mind capitalism, I just like it better when I can identify it's influences on me. With a lot of these blogs you don't really get to see a lot of bare knuckle opinions about anything; just day to day wish lists of wants and must haves or the uniform imagery of people who own better clothes or have better things. That kind of unquenchable, voyeuristic consumerism and culture of feeling like I need something bums me out on society, nevermind fashion. It is where the internet can become your best source of knowledge and communication or your worst source for compulsion and addiction.
That's why when I read this interview with the 15 year old Tavi chick from Style Rookie, I was totally stoked on her blunt perspectives. A fifteen year old that can address as thoughtful of a stance on post-feminism while having been involved heavily in the industry during her formative years, makes my adult internet realizations sound juvenile.
"Feminism is a movement, an evolution, a process, a discussion, and a conversation," she states in the interview regarding activism and the fashion industry. Shit man, I had to sneak into my friend's feminism class at Colombia to learn that. No joke!
Females that own their shit are inspiring at any age. After all, what is so cool about the clothes you wear, the music you listen to, and the life you live if you don't know how to think? At least I realized that a long time ago.