I wish I could pull off red lips.

Heaven knows I’ve tried, but it often ends up looking goofy. Adriana Lima has a similar skin color to mine, and she can totally pull it off. But then again she’s really pretty and has full lips. The life of a pink-lipped girl is a disappointing one.

On getting dressed in the morning.

I don’t understand fashion, but I like it. I like looking at it. I like complaining about stupid trends, and sometimes caving in. Getting dressed in the morning has always been a challenge for me. At one point, I think 10th or 11th grade, I went out, bought a pack of white t-shirts, and wore those for a couple months, alternating between jeans. I just hate thinking about fashion, because nobody can decide weather its subjective or objective.

Because of this, I think it’s alot like photography. People take lots of pointless photographs, of their drunk friends, their pets, stuff they sell on ebay. But then there’s also artistic photography, that inspires a sense of awe. Most of us, fashion-wise, are like the crappy cameraphone photos that aren’t considered art. The upper crust of society and the fashion industry are the ones who wear, and are, art. So, why does it matter what I wear?

It matters because in the end, the mob decides the trends. They may be inspired from who-knows-who-in-Milan, but we decide. Think about Uggs, and Crocs, and sweatpants with words on the butt. So our low fashion may not be the art that inspires models to starve, but it is a sort of art in itself. A social art. It’s not what one person wears, but what the mob wears, and how it changes, and adapts. You are just one of many. So I no longer worry about what I wear in the morning. I’m the barnacle on the great galley of the fashion world. The oarsmen would be the underpaid workers in developing countries. The stewards sitting in the captian’s cabin are the big designers and fashion editors. Who’s the captain? Crap, barnacles can’t steer. This metaphor is terrible. I guess the mob is the waves or the wind or something. The fashion editors can try to steer, but they are at our mercy.

Fashion doesn’t matter. I’m sure it gives lots of people jobs and such but so does the steel industry, and steel doesn’t affect our self-worth every day. We get dressed in the morning and hope someone will compliment us on our quirky yet thought-out outfit. I give up. I give up. Back to the white shirts and the loose jeans.

There is something to be said for the laid back don’t-give-a-care American attitude. I don’t leave home without it.