I Want to be Popular.
Where are you in your relationship with
popularity?
Do you still blatantly want to be popular? Do you "not" want to be popular. Or do you honest to g(G)od
not want to be popular?
And does the 3rd category even
exist?
Prove it.
sourceAnyhow, I sometimes think that
popularity is the basis for everything we do.
Money's nice, fame's peachy, but
popularity, I mean, honest to goodness popularity?
it's a drug.
Are the rich happy?
The drugged ones, maybe, but the
rich rich?
Are the famous content?
But the
well-loved? Those folks have it all. And the extra-famous who
think that they're well-loved? Even better. Because more is more when it comes to good attention.
So how does this apply to a Midwesterner's fashion blog? Well, how does it
not?
I mean, when it comes to popularity, I think us Middle America folk are pretty far down there on the totem pole of adoration.
sourceWell-liked? Maybe. But
loved? That adjective belongs to our friends on the coasts - the objects of more deep-rooted obsessions than Ryan Gosling himself (if Ryan Gosling obsessions were deep-rooted).
sourceAnd
Fashion? The ultimate popularity contest. Who wears
it first, Who knows what
it is, Who
makes it it, and their devoted and hopelessly directionless followers - willing to venture into strange waters in an attempt to achieve the ever-elusive "cool".
Denim on denim? Birkenstocks? Nail art? Onesies?
It's like someone's playing a joke - forcing us to prove just
how willing we really are to sacrifice our pride for potential popularity.
In conclusion : as my always-inquiring friend put it via text yesterday eve,
"Is the 'fashion culture' really a culture, or just a cult"? Is fashion really a
way of life, or is it a continual quest for some sort of
acceptance? Do we really strive for personal expression, or are we after something else?
sourceI'd once have resoundingly
shouted "No!!!" . . . but now I'm not so sure.
Maybe the moment you stop
really caring about popularity, is the same moment that you stop caring about "Fashion".
Maybe the moment I stop caring, is the moment I'll stop writing this blog.
jumpsuit: urban outfitters, shoes: colin stuart
Don't hold your breath.
Cheers.
Photos by Shoiab