Why I am Here

I can't stop thinking about fashion. It absolutely consumes me: I get lost in Elle and Allure for hours when they arrive in the mail, I YouTube runway shows late at night, I cut-and-paste Google images of amazing clothes onto my desktop. I even have a folder titled "Inspiration" that overflows with pictures of particularly remarkable ensembles. The ins-and-outs of the fashion industry make up most of what I care about in life. For me, any subject can be related back to fashion, just as for some people, any subject has a "Rent" lyric, or any subject involves a math equation.
It isn't just material, this obsession I have. It is physical, intellectual, logical, and studious. My heart beats faster when I start thinking about Marc Jacobs, and I can't get to sleep until I've fully planned an outfit for the following day. I dive into Women's Wear Daily and come up for air only to spray perfume on my wrist, because the inspiration I am being overflowed with needs to be supressed with something material before I have a heart attack. I could rattle off the newest designer's names and philosophies just as some people can rattle off their gardens' flowers' sunlight requirements.
I find it annoying, though, to rattle off these bits of insane excitement over the fashion world to just anyone. People don't take to it as I do, and that's okay. It makes those of us who do see looking fabulous an absolute necessity feel bonded. I started this blog to get these overwhelming feelings off my chest (OH MY GOD! Karl did a SHOW on the GREAT WALL!) to those of you who choose to hear it. And to those of you who don't, go knit yourself a beanie, save some whales, and let me be.
I think that a person's favorite designers says a lot about who they are as a person. I will list mine so that you know the types of things I am attracted to: clean lines, mature silhouettes, rich jewel tones and fabrics, and of course, sometimes just a childlike sense of fun.
Marc Jacobs, Miuccia Prada (Miu Miu is great but I prefer Prada), Chloe, Alberta Ferretti. I love Botega Venetta and Lanvin and Philip Lim.
Oh, and "Look for the Woman"- the English translation of Elle mag's line "Cherchez la Femme."
I learned (thank you Wikipedia) that the phrase is derived from an old detective pulp fiction, basically saying that in order to find the root of a crime, one must find the woman, for she is most likely the problem.
I say, look for the woman because she will be mature, subdued, elegant and stylish; because if she did anything to be blamed for, it was simply stunning men into craziness. If a female is at the root of any crime, it would definitely not be a woman, it would be a girl.
Let's all act, and dress, like women!