The faux-pas in finding fashion…

This leather jacket always makes me feel cooler than I actually am. Aviators never hurt either.

I recently started visiting The Sartorialist website to see what all the fuss was about and now find myself there every day, gawking at Parisian beauties and they’re ultra-expensive wardobes. It’s entered my mini repertoire of fashion media and I like seeing how people much more innately fashionable than myself deport themselves. I always like to think, when I’m on that site or reading British Vogue (trust me, it’s worth the $10.95. I hate American Vogue), that I’m somehow absorbing that innate stylishness and creativity that Agyness Dean or Kate Moss seem to ooze so effortlessly. (I realize it may not be effortless at all, but it certainly comes off that way.)

I have realized, though, that you can’t get style via osmosis. It doesn’t really seem to matter how much high fashion or street fashion I visually take in, or even buy, I never seem to be able to a) mimic it, b) re-appropriate it creatively or c) even come up with some sort of defined personal style. It is that style, you see, that makes all those Satorialist people so fashionable even when they’re in the grocery store. It’s a funny thing. I seem to be able to pick up all sorts of stuff via research (building science, ski resort management, muscle cars) but it doesn’t really make a difference here. I think I must be missing some sort of critical genome.  Oh well… Stacey and Clinton haven’t come calling yet, so I guess it can’t be all bad