Overused today, one of my pet hates is the word “trendy”. At the end of the day, what does “trendy” mean exactly? Is it that loose term which defines what is in or it in fashion? Somebody was writing on Twitter about the it bags of the season and it set me thinking how lame and shallow it is to promote purely material values which are so out in the blink of an eye.
What has become of the understated vintage elegance of our ancestors, the aesthetic sixth sense, the common sense which we should hold on to and have in our wallet before running payments through the POS machine?
Let’s revise quickly what has been trendy so far: do you guys remember the excruciating Argyll sweaters that men would wear with a tie, the acid washed jeans, the flared trousers, the hipsters, the “old school” pleated tiny micro skirts, the huge and tasteless platforms manga shoes, to name just a few tendencies of the recent past?
Or what about the ugg boots that mall bunnies are wearing these days as they would wear a uniform? Is this a new epidemic and they failed to warn us to get inoculated?
What are the trendy colours this season? And here I was banking on what becomes me, just like that.
Sometimes, in a vanity attack, I mentally go through a list of what I’m wearing. Most of my clothes revolve around the following colours: beige, ivory, nude, black, grey, khakhi, brown, pearl, baby blue. My accessories are all vintage-like: leather, silver, crystals, feathers, beads. My favourite perfume: Chanel no. 19 or Narciso Rodriguez For Her, I can’t decide. Which one is for daywear and which one for eveningwear? DK and it doesn’t really matter. I love the minimalist-vintage style and I have no clue whether it is hot or not, or if it even exists as a concept. Nor do I care.
Fashion passes, style remains is a quote that has been used so much, unfortunately, that now its fame has turned back on itself like a boomerang. People have forgotten what style really is.
