When I was a child I was fascinated with fashion (somewhat typical for a little girl, I guess). This fascination continued into my young adult years, manifesting in a love of fashion history. It has slowly faded since then, but the residue remains: I remain quite interested in reading about fashion, the fashion world, past and present. I do not, however, particularly enjoy looking at current fashion.
To me this verges on an interesting dichotomy. I suppose it’s because my interest in learning information through text (my addiction to reading) has grown through my life, whereas my interest in looking at people’s outfits and making any kind of judgments based on appearances has certainly shrunk to near-nothing.
Sometimes I like a spread in a fashion magazine, but what stands out to me is first the photography and styling, then maybe the model, and lastly the clothes themselves. Very little impresses me in fashion. I’m ambivalent, even jaded: you get to a certain point in life, and if you have any memory at all, you’ve seen most of it before (this, for me, is very true of movies and TV).
One thing I do like in the fashion mags is the ads. This connects to my intellect because I’m very interested in advertising in general. Fashion ads, as far as I can tell, are the most deluxe, artistic, surreal and expensive ads to be found, and I love trying to decode these inscrutable gems of capitalism.
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