Style urself silly...
September 24th 2007 09:38
Summer is hitting us right on our swanky heels, whether they are sandals or our last year stored platforms. The sun is shining in the right direction, creating a fashion eclipse of paradox. One minute, it’s all high-wasted the next its tutti fruity ballerina skirts. Since when have we stopped throwing variety into the forum of how we dress to go out on Saturday nights? Have we missed this week’s class of conformity??? Ha… The question is why haven’t we missed the class? Everywhere I look all I seem to come across are the same looking outfits on the same kind of girl’s week and week out. Variety is the key to fun and adventure so get those knee high socks out and raid your grandma’s wardrobe, and if that does not tickle you then why not just express your inner lovely. Wondering if I was the only one to feel neglected from this group, I decided to cause a ruckus in my roommate’s room, annoying her to the brink of subject discussion. She finally caved in and due to a not so subtle obsession with her wardrobe and presentation, I sat there ears perked up looking like a dog begging for a juicy bone. Being someone who has never been the focus of fashion peer pressure, she sets a standard of charisma and ease that it’s really hard to miss her effortless street chic. Busting her style as well as her mc vocals on the microphone she creates a blear eyed galaxy following her musical direction. For all those who know her, you will agree and for all those, who don’t well then, I guess you will just have to take my word for it. We both agree that over the last year Sydney has become the love-child of manufacturers and advertisements, as well as a consistent guru of what to wear around every corner of the city. Shops that evoke fluoro clad teens to magazines who, pile up celebrities against each other in the fashion stake out, yet most of them look the same. I laugh at this notion of conformity and if that is our calling we may as well be called ‘Dolly’ and follow in the footsteps of the first cloned sheep jumping from trend to trend as long as one person goes there first. Oh well, I guess I should praise all those who admire this concept, because of them at this very moment I do not feel so bad when mum calls me the black sheep in the family.
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