Tavi Gevinson, 13 year old fashion blogger of www.thestylerookie.com

Then there are some young’ns who luckily, have the smarts to get it right. Way more than I had it right back then anyway. About a year ago, Tavi Gevinson, 13 year old blogger, was featured in New York Times. Now, she’s practically a reknowned fashion blogger. At 13. One wonders how appropriate this is but once you read her, you’ll realize, it’s totally appropriate. The girl has smarts. Take this post for example. The girl actually refers to Dave Eggers and discusses the future of fashion blogging in detail.

Here’s an excerpt from one of her blogposts:

“You know, in the beginning of The September Issue, Anna Wintour says she thinks some people mock fashion because they are intimidated by it. As much as I do admire Wintour, (and I still think she wouldn’t be criticized for being cold if she was a man, but this rant is for another time) I rarely agree with what she says, but this is an exception. Yeah, it’s snobby, but you know what? So is turning up your nose at a runway collection because you thinks it’s weird and you just don’t get it. This, in fact, makes the nose-turner-upper not too different from those horrible “fashion” magazines – dismissing something because it’s strange. How very narrow-minded.”

With that, Tavi says what I always want to say about the haters of fashion. Yes, I mean you Professor Meridel and Chan Pohling. It’s honestly quite invigorating to have a teenager say it all and say it well.

I was discussing with a friend where Singapore is kinda at, at this point of time. And we agreed it’s kinda like 50s America here now. Everything is modern, functioning, and pleasant. But points of view are pretty much still riding in the narrow lane. But seeing my cousin get into photography at 15, and the country really just embarking on embracing more than just a wad of money and so called idea of familial happiness is a little encouraging. Hopefully our generation will toss out bras and burn ten year series in due time. Plus it wouldn’t be bad if more people had beautiful boots.

Sigh, with smart kids like that around, sometimes I forget that shit like this:

even exists. :[

QUICKPOST: Who doesn’t want a necklace of a hummingbird’s skull or a vial full of petrol? What makes this shitbittier are the “sweet” nothing necklaces. I’d only stoop so low to get the let’s make out one. I don’t think I could walk around with finger bang emblazoned on my pendant without feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Jewelery from Bona Drag

Recently, Amanda has tried to convince me to purchase a fanny pack on her behalf.  This has traumatized me deeply. Now, I am a fan of American Apparel, but some how something about a pleathery shapeless sac sitting on a hip just does not agree with my system. Let’s not even consider the large plastic clip.

Nonetheless, I attempted to comprehend my friend.

Amanda quoted two key scenarios where one might want to hang a hideous plastic bag (see illustration, right) around one’s waist:

1. Clubbing

2. Gaffering

While I must agree that it would be handy to free one’s hands of credit cards, keys, phones, gaffer tape, pegs, sharpies and such when on a film set or when getting wasted, I cannot agree that it should come at an expense such as this.

I continued to mull over this for a couple of days. Perhaps it was the stress of work and the effects of chronic alcoholism that was getting to her? Was an intervention necessary? Should I consider that this is after all, the festive season, and just acquire the offending fannypack for her? Should the intervention then be staged in January instead?

What if I should run into her one evening at Butter, with that unfortunate flap of fabric around her fanny? What outfit will her unsound mind decide to pair it with?

Ethical dilemma ensued.

Then I changed my approach. Perhaps, I thought as I stared helplessly at the American Apparel site, perhaps she meant a different color? I clicked “Storm Purple” and “Medium Evergreen”. No. By then, TrashBlack looked acceptable.

The page suggested I see the “Shiny Version“, and I was open to any other alternative.

I was greeted by an image of a classically American Apparel model (chic female of the imperfectly perfect, taut variety) in a typically American Apparel frock (skin-tight, barely viable). The shiny bag suddenly seemed logical.

How else does one expect to carry one’s miscellaneous shitbits whilst one gallivants around town? It was so obvious, it seemed offensive to question it. Did one expect that dress to come with pockets? Tsk! Surely not.

Perhaps, considering my track record of 3-cellphones-lost per-annum, I could use one… no, I ought to! Wait! I am in filmmaking too! Think of all the gaffer tape this shiny baby can handle!

The hands-free practicality is outstanding! American Apparel does it yet again! Everyone’s getting fannypacks from me this Christmas.