How to be a fashion blogger
Secretly, I am a 15 year old girl who likes scrutinising people’s outfits.
This is why I watch Fashion Police on E!. Whenever I can. Which is whenever I remember, which is never. Though in my defence: I do not like the leathery, blond lady who thinks herself witty for declaring someone looks like a dyke. Joan Rivers? Yes. Her. After shouting everyone down with some “hilarious comments”, she and some other randoms pick apart outfits, deciding what works and why, and what should have been done to rescue the outfit (omg!). It’s quality TV, and I like it.
….Yes I “haz a dumb”, but we knew this already!
I also take this love of ~FASHION OMG~ to the internet, and used to have a couple of fashion blogs that I subscribe to. Thing is, there aren’t any that I like in particular, apart from Fashion Bloggers, Why!?, which hasn’t been updated in yonks. This is because all fashion blogs have these in common:
- Pigeon-toed (THERE WILL BE PIGEON TOEEESSSS.)
- In fact, classic pretend-model pose = Hands on waist + pigeon-toed + head down, in PIGEON TOE admiration. Laughing to yourself is optional (because PIGEON TOES are funny). Just so long as you look weak and demure! I hate this to death.
- Outfits that would look ridiculous in real life AND/OR outrageous sluttiness.
- Locations: Slouching against a brick wall, sitting in a meadow, or frolicking through a field. If you are aware you will never be a real model you’ll just be in your room or in front of your house. Or walking down a street, looking over your shoulder.
- All photos involving a meadow will have a washed-out pink haze, to trick people into thinking that your faux vintage clothes came out of the 1930s.
- For some inexplicable reason you will like typewriters, polaroids, and cupcakes.
- You’ll also post repetitive shots of silly model-esque expressions, but visitors won’t be able to see any different angle of your outfit.
- It’ll be hosted on Blogspot, despite its inferiority to WordPress. (…I am biased.)
There should really be a FASHION BLOGGER BINGO. But I’m lazy.