fashion

"Oh, faithful fashion god!!! What will we ever do without your insightful fashion takes??"

Fear not, I am here.

 I began working on a piece for the crimson white over the break. My working title was "Battle of the Brands." Idk. It felt like my entire feed was hauls of obscure "fashionable" influencer's merch/clothing brands. I was going absolutely crazy. I won't double up and write an unedited piece about those brands here. Fret not, I'll leave that for the newspaper. But here, however, I feel inspired to talk about fashion. 

First and foremost, I am cognizant of the fact that I am fully an ignorant teenage girl who knows nothing & spends too much time online. Take this all with a grain of salt! Who knows, maybe I'll eat my words in a month.

I guess I have to briefly talk about my fashion journey. I shopped at boutiques in my hometown for my adolescence because I thought it was cool. I would wear whatever. Blah Blah Blah.. In 2018 I was obsessed with youtubers and would beg my mom to roll our rusty 2007 Toyota up to the pearly gates of Urban Outfitters. I thought I was in heaven. Overpriced, poorly made tops were MY STAPLE by the end of eighth grade. It still wasn't a curated style. Just a walking billboard for Urban. Or maybe the opposite. The outfits were so heinous I probably was a giant, flashing red light warning people to not shop there.

In 2020 I got obsessed with 70s fashion. I poorly tried to curate looks with the remnants of Urban Outfitters pieces and pieces from my new love: the thrift store. I repressed all of those bad outfits. All I remember is an emerald green pair of ill-fitting bootleg pants. 

By my senior year most of my closet was from the thrift store. I couldn't even say I had a style at that point. I would just buy random things I thought looked nice. Some of it was trendy and a little on the nose (I would wear ribbons in my hair. At 8 am. Would walk into lit class with ribbons in my hair. At 18 years old. I digress.)

Then came college move in. I knew going to a giant SEC school would change my fashion. And to aid this progression, I decided to give away my entire closet. You can ask my friends- they were gifted with seven trash bags worth of clothes. I was wearing strictly lululemon for a solid three months. That was probably the most miserable I've been in a long time. Sure, there was probably a myriad of reasons for this state of depression I was in, but I do feel it necessary to note my major fashion glow down. I never even did my hair! Call the police because SOMEONE is pretending to be me if I don't do my hair! 

Now. 2025. I am slowly rebuilding my closet. Yet again, I am searching and scanning various thrift stores and vintage shops. Still irritable on the fact that I had a cute closet this time last year. But I digress. Wear what you want! Have fun!

-A.K (the all knowing fashion forecaster [kidding])