There's a lot to be said about street style.
How strategic it's become, how incestuous the relationships are, what constitutes as a street ... - - but when it's all said and done, it's still a fairly large influencer as far as the fashion game goes.
From an outsider's perspective, those with the "best" style wind up on the "best" websites and then all hang out together at the "best" parties with their "besties". Because they're the best.
well. Who am I to pretend to know about reality.
What I do know, however, is that very little about street style is grassroots anymore. I mean, who cares what Susie nobody from Arkansas wore on her first vaca to NY. Especially when there's Olivia Palermo and her arm accessory to obsess over.
Street style is now a way to ogle what important people wear on the street, rather than a way to see what regular people are wearing and subsequently highlighting those styles as important.
It's still an arbiter of trends. It's still a great way to see what's "cool". It's still porn for the eyes.
It is not, however, still natural or organic or edgy or fringe.
It's influential people slightly stepping up their dressing game for a few weeks out of the year. It's blog photographers doubling as street style photographers and photographing their blogging clients (with a well-tempered sprinkling of Hanneli Mustaparta, Mira Duma, Eva Chen, etc).
It's still fun to look at. It's still inspirational.
But it probably should not still be called "street style".
Calling it such is, in my eyes, an aspirational delusion.
Especially since it's rarer to see a random, layman's face on the street style blogs nowadays than it is to see one that is well-known.
That doesn't stop me from copying it, though.
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Images via Lucky Magazine & Vanity Fair