The irony is, once a blogger like Sea becomes as successful as she has, she doesn't seem to feel the need to try anymore. Her blog, once containing quality, well-written (well, she still can't differentiate between its and it's, but neither can most 40-year-olds) articles amid the lurid designer gear, is now little more than a photo diary of her excesses. Her carbon footprint is horrendous, her credit card bill insulting, and her blog is suffering from her success.
If the future of fashion is purely about image and nothing to do with thought and word, then it would seem that these guys are on the money. Except, and I'm well equipped to comment on this, I'm unsure how much can be contributed to the fashion conversation by an 'arty' photo taken in your back garden of your latest gift or Ebay find. While that's what I have mastered, I don't have much respect for my style of blogging in its most basic form, of a glorified wardrobe tour. Sure, it's great for a few months. And for people with interesting style and good dress sense it's far more enduring (such as Karla, Delmy and Dylana, who are still humble and nice people, as far as I can tell). But I'm still trying to work it out. People like The Satorialist, Garance Dore and Jack+Jil are the best example of the fashion conversation; while we have it, they document it and present it to us. They provide the real inspiration in the world - the everyman and everywoman, be they in designer clothes, grandma's old dress or a $5 pair of shoes. They celebrate fashion for all, in all forms, as do any bloggers who demonstrate adoration for the rest of the community (such as newbie bloggers like me, writing adoring messages to Sea and receiving no response. I have respect for those who do, such as my dearly loved HalCoHolic, who wrote back shyly to my gushing message proclaiming awesomeness). The ones who shut us out and declare themselves above it had better be prepared for the backlash. The internet has made us equals now. There are no 'haters'. There are just those who get angry, and those who don't agree. We are just human beings. And some of us like shoes.
So as a result of today's massive anger explosion in the blogosphere, I've spent a larger portion of time than is necessary standing around in my Topshop top and thinking 'god, I'm vacuous, I could be donating my wages to kids in Africa' and 'god these people are horrendous, do I really want to be a slave to this my whole life?' It's made me consider my life to be a bit of a silly joke, and thus made me kick myself for being so self-absorbed. It's been exhausting.
I suppose the only answer to this one is that you can't make everyone happy, so making yourself happy with whatever you do is the best option. Sea is happy to buy lots of shoes, Daddy is happy to pay, and Sister is trying to make herself feel a little better by lashing out, as we all do. And me? I will make myself happy by continuing to show off what I wear each day, because I like clothes, and I like seeing what other people wear. I dislike needlessly excessive materialism and I don't own anything more expensive that I could afford or so expensive it seemed garish. I still love fashion because out of all the creative industries and means of expression (poetry, film, art, etc) it's generated more variety over the centuries than the others combined. One woman's maxi-dress is another man's cape. I like telling a story, I like playing a character. And today, I'm not going to play mindless designer hag or self-absorbed tween. I'm going to play me.