New York Fashion Week starts in a few weeks, kicking off another year in the cycle of fashion, but as one of the few central stomping grounds where street style photographers and tastemaking ladies and gents gather a select number of times a year (alongside other fashion weeks, Art Basel, music festivals, et al), these events have become as much known for what happens outside the tents as much as what happens inside.
The streets have come to resemble another kind of catwalk, and one can't help but feel like it's all gotten to be a bit much and that maybe the fairy dust on this modern phenomenon has settled.
The novelty that existed in the early days of style blogging and street style -- being touched to the depth of our sartorial souls for the very first time by Caroline Issa's quirky, approachable luxury or Nicole Warne's polished uptown pixie -- are now best summarized in the oft-said phrase "been there, done that." Real style, attainable style, was the novelty, but now that style, like fashion, is everywhere (and "real" could mean staged, styled by a team, and photoshopped), and the rampant assertions that the favored look du jour is too-white, too-young, and too-thin have dampened the original celebratory spirit of style, the question is: what's next for our sartorial future?
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Photo: Adam Katz Sinding on Stella McCartney