While I devour the work of my favourite street style snappers--namely Garance Dore, Scott Schumann and Tommy Ton--there is an over-saturation of hipster "style" documentation that I find troublesome and horribly formulaic in its contrived irreverence. It's often ugly, ill fitting, slutty and worn while pouting. You're edgy. I. Get. It. But it furrows my brow.
Refusing to post those images here, I wanted to share you two alternative portraits.
This picture is from LookBook, who have just kindly invited me to participate in their amazing online pictorial merry-go-round of worldly style. I love how the subject is self-fashioned in costume, rather than common clothes. He is creating a character, evoking a persona, taking a risk. Plus he is rather pretty, dandyish really. This artfulness elevates the image from just another attention-hungry poser.
Click above to watch their petite film. Love a good fish out of water scenario--here we have naive Parisian follies in sinister sunny Los Angeles. Escapism ensues.
Doesn't this make you wish you were in a band?
This is a reminder that mais, oui--it's good to be young.
Sofia you are effortlessly brilliant--quite like your LV creation. The perfect bag. Thought I was done coveting new handbags. Apparentley not, and a Louis, no less. I'm transfixed by the unusually nondescript style and clean look. It's not overly tricked out, not begging to be noticed, not logofied Just a buttery new best friend. SC, voulez-vous etes amis avec moi?
If the new justification for closet additions is the CPW equation (cost per wear) then I've definitely got my money's worth out of this vest. It's Pink Tartan and I wore it to their show because it felt polite.
2007 Vogue Paris, styled by Carine Roitfeld. This picture makes me want to literally leap into the outfit and dash to a lunch meeting at the Hotel Crillon. The little fella is a covetable accessory, though pas ma style. Officially off short guys.