I have my mixed feelings about social media and the age of the Instagram model. With the internet came a never-ending, factory-standard production of fashion that has swept the world like some sort of trend-tsunami. The once curated sense of style directed by a steel fisted Anna Wintour is long gone. I'm sad to wave my white neckerchief in a solemn adieu.
The one thing I find redeeming about this nihilist age of a fashion-free-for-all is the fact that it has challenged what's so long been deemed rules to live by in the fashion community. Such silly ideas as 'don't mix print's, 'silver and gold should never be worn at once', and 'horizontal stripes is practically fashion suicide for anyone with a slight curve to their body' (i.e most people on the planet.) Instagram reinstated a new era of pushing fictive boundaries and limits, and it has brought us some great things.
My personal revolution this autumn is bringing the gingham print (that took over any style page this summer) with me as the weather grows colder. I am determined to style it for what most people would deem a very unconventional season. Maybe on top of a black turtleneck? Underneath a chic brown suit jacket? Or why not with a fluffy faux fur?. The options are endless and I am shouting Vive la revolution!