Resurgence • Article - The Tyranny of Trends (Resurgence via Jezebel)

Wow.  Right now I’m reading Simon Doonan’s Eccentric Glamour, mainly because I find Doonan infinitely entertaining, but also because I’ve been practicing what he preaches since junior high…except for that brief aberration around Y2K during which I was just kind of skanky.  I’ve been over the rise of the disposable fashionista for quite some time.  You know, those faceless girls who look more like blow-up dolls than they do girls — lank hair, long bangs, lack of secondary sex characterics, cheap and disposable clothes, expensive accessories (or bad knock-offs attempting to pass as expensive).  It’s a specific look, and hopefully its time is over soon.

In the past couple of years, I’ve learned an awful lot from menswear and high end, micro collection designers.  Rare is special.  The specialness increases exponentially when the same garment is worn by different people who make the garment their own.  I’ve been lucky to meet enough people to see it can still be done, and to see that it was time to start making things for myself again.  With Doonan in mind, I decided a few months ago that I need two things this year (in addition to yardgoods):

1.  A swacket

2.  A new handbag.  Yeah, that kind.  The kind from Miu Miu.  Preferably in dove grey or powder blue nubuck.  Yes, I’ll take a used one.

I don’t have the money for either, and don’t see the ability to save anywhere on the horizon.  But the control freakdom of lusting after only two items instead of lusting after acquisition is really, really satisfying.