[8/24/12] I woke up one morning to find an arrow to my back. I didn’t see it coming. New York is tough as it is, and I thought I’d been very careful, but once again, when I wasn’t looking, the sharpest stab from behind, more painful than probably the real thing. People wonder why I’ve become so detached and distant. It’s because of this. But I’ve also always been this way. I build a wall, leave nothing on my sleeves, and I lock completely up. A void. That’s also why I dress a certain way. All black, industrial jewelry, running heels. More practical than you’d think. And that’s the fascinating thing about fashion. Beyond a material world driven by vanity and indulgence, is the idea of protection. I’ve found that when people dress up, it’s not for show, or to create attention, or to be a standout, it’s really just to hide from the ugly/cheating/stealing/back-stabbing world outside. Fashion becomes more than just a metaphor—because it is really the only physical thing we have to hide our brokenness behind. But what happens when your fashion shield isn’t strong enough for even the slightest of prey? Will this void I’ve created ever empty itself out? Will I be able to trust again? In the words of my friend Daphne, “We need armour.” And lots of it.

Friday Aug 8 @ 04:27am

[6.3.11] typical. but recently added the galaxy tablet as a new member… for reading, browsing, skpying…whatever. run my life. i mean, what of it.

Friday Jun 6 @ 07:42pm

don’t trip, keep it classy.

This week, a tweeter (who shall remain nameless) tweeted some unpleasant things to Daphne via Twitter and (as a friend/devoted follower) it’s only natural I got quite defensive. I was so ready to go off on this person, Bon Qui Qui style (“No, you didn’t. Girl, I will CUT you”) but the next thing I know, I really didn’t need to. Daphne held her own and handled the situation with so much class and dignity. I was completely blown away… well, not exactly, I knew she would. Still, here I was ready to go stupid ghetto… (“Oh HELL no, girl… hold my earrings!”) on this heartless tweeterf*ck and then here is this well-preserved, soft-spoken woman, who fights cruelty in the most graceful gesture and with the kindest words!! My goodness. From that moment, my respect for her soared through the roof and beyond. I remember thinking: If I was in her shoes, being talked to that way, trust me… there wouldn’t have been a lot of $@&*#!! (*bleep*) back and forth, from every direction. Boy, do I have a lot to learn from this woman. She inspires me to be better everyday! Like Derek Blasberg would advise, “Keep it classy!”

xo, Sartorial Girl

Photo by: Tamara Savidi.

Saturday Feb 2 @ 12:54am