The Tiers of Fashion Bloggers and Why They're Stupid

Yesterday I saw a fashion blogger.

I was on the Upper East Side, removed from Fashion Week for all intensive purposes-

But it was weird because, right away I knew that she was a fashion blogger (i.e. she dressed like a fool and had a bit of an attitude).

Moments later, I found out that she was apparently a "significant" one- 

one who is catered to by PR folk.

And suddenly me, and the people with me who also judged her,
were impressed with, rather than judgmental of, with her attitude and eclectic style.

And I don't really know how to feel about this.

Part of me wants to be glad for those girls who have made it their life's mission to 1. dress as weird as possible or 2. dress as brand-consciously as possible or 3. be friends with people who are consistently able to do either 1 or 2. 

The other part of me wants to throw up. 

Going to Lincoln Center is generally now thought of as a joke. 

The "real" bloggers like to make fun of all the wannabes swarming the outskirts of the center -

hoping to get their picture taken. 

But really? 

Sure, I admit, 

the center has become a you-know-what show, 

but head over to the Meatpacking district, 

hang outside Milk,

check out the cafes around Chelsea market,

and you'll see exactly the same phenomenon happening with the "Established" fashion folk. 

Big name bloggers dress in their designer friends' clothes and parade around in front of their big name photographer friends. 

The only difference is that these bloggers sit front row. And these photogs get published by Vogue. 

Which may seem like a big deal. 

But it's not. 

It's like that moment when you realized that you were the same age as your childhood babysitter

but you felt way too young to ever really be that old. 

It's all just perspective.

You'll never be as cool or wise as you thought she/he was,

but neither will they. 

sweatshirt: Phillip Lim, jeans: ASOS, boots: ACNE, glasses: grandma's

These guys in the "big leagues" feel just as inadequate as they make us feel. Trust me. 

So maybe it's time we stopped catering to this idea that we only respect those people who are already "established", 

and start establishing standards for who we respect.

Cheers.

Pictures by Victor Le