The musings, rantings, longings, and fawnings of a teenage fashion maven with a propensity for writing.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

The Trials of Fash-Mags

I suppose that when a sartorial sycophant such as myself blows $15.00 on an imported fashion mag (Vogue Italia or Paris, for example) the justification for such a purchase is a burning, dutiful dedication to the industry itself. The masses, I assume, would scoff at blowing nearly a Jackson on something that usually runs someone $3.50 and has B-Spears' mug plastered on the cover. THESE ARE VALID POINTS, YES. Just hear me out. In the last month or so, I've picked up the following:













Grand total: $58.00

It really is rediculous, is it not? I don't need these. I can look at the editorials online, and the writing only goes so far. I suppose there's a thrill in buying fashion magazines, something far less superficial than the glitz and glamour of what lies splattered upon the pages inside. It feels to me like a ticket aboard, a way of enriching your level of "fashion-awareness" if not only for a month. It really is a community, however diverse and separted its inhabitants are. These glossy pamphlets feed my glamorous longings, fantasies...as well as inspire me to explore and further cultivate my tastes. I've got design school on the list for next year, after all. Seeing the clothing you love displayed and fussed over in such a high-octane way VALIDATES the hours you spend obsessing over it (guilty...)!

It's the keyhole us fashion-plebians possess to look through into the circus inside.

It's worth it, people.

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Really, I don't want to be that stereotypical gay teenager who blogs about fashion...but I'm out of my head for the whole affair, it simply can't be helped! I'm going to communicate what's on my mind, say/do what you will! I do care about said thoughts, though, I cannot lie. I guess I'm somewhat intelligent, but not very mature. I am, in turns, a minimalist and a maximalist. Sorry about...my...wording... I'm fifteen. I live near Boston. Blah. My interests aren't as insular as they appear! I swear! I do theater, I love photography, and I write. Obviously, I suppose. Thanks for humoring me. No, really.

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