Quite hilarious, isn’t it? The heavily misguided perception of fashion as some sort of collation of high-end and puke-worthily expensive pieces. This shallow assumption prevails not only in layman thinking, but also in the minds of consumers who seem to live in a world where money literally does fall from the sky [can you Whatsapp me the location, though?] It’s the sudden influx of gold designer stamps and the sense of superiority that possesses more dangerously than any demon. ‘Style’ seems to now have some price and quality correlation undermining any sense of authenticity in the way one styles themselves.
Often the delineation between dressing for oneself and dressing in accordance with trends is blurred in the uprise of prevalent digital influencers that are now part such a significant portion of the fashion arena. A simple tap on an Instagram post reveals the tagged brands the influencer is wearing and begins to embark on a self-perpetuating cycle where people are sharing what they’re wearing whilst looking at other #OOTDs. Some have seemed to forget that at the very fundamental level of fashion, subjectivity plays an integral role in underpinning the entire notion of dressing up, and that means receiving runway inspiration rather than listening to the dictatorial frequencies of society in capping what one should and shouldn’t wear. As much of an expression it is to paint an oil on canvas, walking out of the house feeling confident in showcasing one’s personality is also an act of art. So as welcoming as the thought of wearing that cult designer bag is because it’s ‘in trend’, perhaps it’s time to recalibrate and begin accepting the idea that any piece of fabric is worth a try if it sits comfortably on one’s shoulders.