I've just finished watching Julie and Julia in my pjs while gorging on chocolate ice cream and all I have to say that the show was amazing. Meryl Streep is a genius, incredible acting and impeccable impersonation of Julia Child. While gorging on the most sinful but orgasmic food ever created by humans which was partly due to the food featured on the show, I stopped to think how everything in that show was a reflection of who I am (I think.) except that it was not food but fashion. I recalled two months ago when I decided to create this blog. Why did I even create this blog, I ask myself right now. Maybe it was a great way to focus all my energy to some sort of revenue or sort rather than to sleep and grow fat during the school break or maybe it was kind of a "fad" that blogging was getting big in fashion. Or was it because of the whole internet phenomenon of getting famous and attending press conferences, fashion shows and so on.
I can't remember the details but I think the first fashion blog I read was "The Sartorialist" a year ago and I only came across Tavi's Stylerookie when I was bored and browsing style.com's app on my iPhone and came across a picture of her in the "Parties" section of the app (It was the POP party, I think).
Then I asked myself again. Was it because of all the reasons stated above that I wanted to create the blog. Partly. But mainly it was because of my love of fashion that had empowered me so much that I just couldn't sit on my couch and watch fashion shows on youtube and browsing photos on style.com. I needed some sort of source or media to actually record and document my love for this beautiful art called fashion. I needed my own personal fashion diary where I can babble on and on about how amazing that Balenciaga collection is or how Luella, Christian Lacroix, Phi went bust while Louis Vuitton may never ever encounter the effects of a recession. Doing random collages, gushing about the latest editorials.....
There was also another point in the film that really had me thinking. Does anyone ever read my blog? From what I see on Statcounter, there are about only like 10 people reading my blog and possibly even less wanting to read this long draggy post. But I couldn't care less. There are people talking about how Julie Powell, the lead in the film possibly did this just for the fame and fortune and it was all a stunt (well, if she really wished for that, then she got it) but I personally think it was the love for cooking and Julia Child that probably was why she created the project. Just like Bryanboy or some other random fashion blog that got famous, I didn't think that they were clairvoyant (practicing my French) that they could see that fashion blogging would be a huge thing years from then. It was the love for clothes, the love for all things chic and magnifique (ok I admit I don't take French in school but I love being....French-y?).
This blog is for my documentation, enjoyment and love for fashion. I know that outside of this cyberlife I have, there will be hardly anyone including my family or friends who I can talk to about fashion or anything else. They simply don't understand the difference between a Balenciaga leather jacket that probably cost like 2000 bucks or the one you get for under 200 bucks at Zara or something. I'm happy that I can turn to someone, in this case something where I can let loose all my thoughts (like now).
And the truth is that I really love this blog of mine and if you ask me what was my proudest moment of this year, it would be the creation of this blog. School's starting soon and that seriously sucks because I know that I can't dedicate as much time and energy to this blog. And to think I'm studying in some really "top" school in Singapore (which happens to start with a 'R', Singaporeans should know), life is going to be real tough and schoolwork is gonna be a bitch. But whatever. At least I know that I can take shelter under fashion. And The Clackers.
I'm starting a new chapter of my life. Actually, I started that 2 months ago. And sorry for the grammatical mistakes and incoherent writing. I'm just feeling a little fat after the Haagen Dazs and I practically poured out everything that it was in my mind. To think that this was going to be a film review, look where it led me. TheClackers.
And because I don't like a pictureless post, this picture describes what I'm feeling right now.
OH MY GOD. I FEEL LIKE I'M ON CRACK ON SOMETHING (OK MAYBE SOMETHING MORE LIKE AFTER EATING TONS OF CHOCOLATE AND ICE CREAM SINCE I'VE NEVER CAME CLOSE TO EVEN SMOKING CRACK OR SOMETHING.) AND I'M TYPING IN CAPS.
