Good God I miss Gossip Girl. It was, and still is one of my absolute, all time favourite shows… As if you needed further confirmation that I am perhaps the least cool person on the planet. Ok, so it wasn’t exactly Breaking Bad, not that I’ve actually ever watched Breaking Bad but everyone does bloody bang on about it. GG’s plot lines may have got a little cray at times, and more than a little predictable towards the end. But the clothes, oh those clothes! Blair season 1 continues to provide sartorial inspiration some six and a bit years after I first clapped eyes on her delicious array of knee high socks, headbands, girly detailing and masterful, masterful colour coordination. This certainly isn’t a new fashion fixation for me. Not by a long shot. While writing this post, originally just titled “Gossip Girl”, I was struck with a sense of deja vu. My words seemed to be flowing a little too freely and I wondered if I’d read them elsewhere and was engaging in a little semi unintentional plagiarism. I mean come on, we’ve all done that. A quick browse through my Look Du Jour archive revealed that I had in fact written another outfit post of the same name back in December. Somewhat embarrassingly, not only was the name the same, the accompanying musings were practically identical too. This got me thinking about personal style. Of course, most of us are well aware that there are certain cuts or colours that flatter our figures and skin tones. But it’s more significant than habitually opting for A line silhouettes because they make one’s waist look smaller. After a while, the aesthetics and inspirations we go back to time and again essentially become automatic, second nature, an integral part of who we are. I’m not saying for one minute that we should be entirely defined by what we wear, but I think the role our clothes (and accessories, obvs) play in constructing, portraying and protecting our identity is fascinating and goes far beyond the realms of die hard fashion addicts, pre ordering next season Prada while the bills pile up. On an outward level, appearance is the first thing you notice about someone so deciding what sartorial uniform to adopt is effectively deciding who we want to be to the rest of the world. On a more personal and perhaps more important one, it can shape how we feel about ourselves and that in turn shapes, well, just about everything else. I know full well that when I wear an outfit like this one, bright colours, shapes I know suit my body, time tested Gossip Girl inspired girly aesthetic, I’m well within my comfort zone. Regardless of what a rubbish day I’ve been having, when I don this ensemble I feel like myself and confident enough not to give a damn about a few strange stares on the tube (seriously, what’s wrong with people!? See last week’s post). That’s not to discourage mixing things up now and again, hell no. If I’m in a good frame of mind anyway then totally stepping outside my usual repertoire in, say, a mannish trouser suit or vampy haute couture leather confection can be unbelievably liberating, all the while safe in the knowledge that you can swap it for something a little safer that makes you really look and feel like you.
What are your thoughts on this? Don’t hold back, I’d so love to know!
Love Ella x
Images by Holly McGlynn