Hilarious stuff! Fashionista had this post which allowed readers to leave their fashion secrets on the comment boards. Examples-
I rarely wear colors other than black and explain that I'm a minimalist (it goes well with my streamlined apartment) but it's really just fashion laziness.
I love fashion, however i find the prices and the whole industry pretentious. i hope they are deeply effected by the recession.
I put a lot of effort into my 'look' (what I wear) but if ever completmented/asked, I act like like I put no effort at all
I imagine every straight road as a runway and people around the audience and I do the too cool straight looking face models do everytime.
I'm a guy, and sometimes when i'm home alone, ill put on a robe, pretend its a massive fur and wear my moms birkin and walk around the house and pretend i'm some park ave bitch.
I used to listen to Suddenly I See by KT Tunstall every morning so I could pretend to be the "clackers" in the beginning of The Devil Wears Prada
I dream about meeting a designer like Olivier Theyskens/Nicholas Ghesquiere/ Marc Jacobs/ etc. on the street or in a cafe and then becoming their muse.
I pretend to everyone i love marc jacobs to fit in, but really I hate him and his clothes
I secretly want to be Rachel Zoe, minus the co-dependent, metro husband.
I told my boyfriend most of my ample designer purse/shoe collection is fake. Its not.
It bothers me when rich people can't dress well. What a waste.
I know Whitney Port fakes her job, but secretly, she is my role model.
I don't care what anyone says, the day plus-sized models are mainstreamed into the fashion industry is the day I forsake it.
I practice the editorial collar bone with my friends and secretly wish I was as thin as the African children on the commercials...except on a bigger budget than $1 a day
I tell people that I worked insanely hard to afford my Chanel bags.
In reality, I just worked insanely hard begging my dad for them.
2 comments:
why do they all sound like me.
Because we all are victim of fashion
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