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The ‘Frassy’ blog is literally the greatest thing ever created by humankind. That girl is so pretentious and vapid – either it’s a work of satirical genius, or it signals the imminent end of civilization. Either way, it’s fucking hilarious.
I really hate this look. For some reason Agnes Deyn sticks in my mind as the person responsible for bringing those hats back from the 90’s. There were a few things from the 90’s that were not totally hideous- can we please trade in these awful pleated shorts for some babydoll dresses, Doc Martens and longhaired, cleanshaven young fellows?
I am really not digging the bloggers who solely just post photos of themselves in ridiculous outfits. I think the reason it is gaining popularity is because…one it requires no talent and two it consists of a bunch of women ages 20+ trying to relive their teeny bopper days thus they get to connect with others just like them …aww…how cute.
wow, that frassy blog is not good, i don’t see anything to distinguish from a million other fashion blogs. and I wonder how she and some other blogger girls can walk around Paris dressed that way because my experience was, even wearing a knee length skirt there = constant street harassment, which would pretty much ruin my day.
the second photo is jeanne damas. i love her blog despite being really envious because she is like, the ultimate parisienne and doesn’t seem to be trying too hard. that outfit is sort of uncharacteristic.
Hey!!! You know how many of these hats I have. But I also know I look good. It is definitely a popular style with swedish fashion bloggers…like a year ago but I haven’t been following style blog trends.
I do post pictures of myself in what I’m wearing some days, so I guess that makes me self-absorbed.
But at least I have the good grace a) not to make someone else take the photos for me and b) to be so mortified of someone catching me that I’ve stopped doing it anywhere other than my tiny tiny room.