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Monday, October 18, 2010
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This is my fashion class at school, and in the center you'll see the black bustier I made, 2010
Hopelessly Addicted to Fashion Magazines
There was no question in my mind; I already knew I would absolutely love this month’s issue of Vogue and ELLE magazine. What’s not to love? They contain beautifully photographed glossy ads including striking models. The models wear new pieces of some of my favorite designer’s clothing lines. There are new beauty products with shared tips and tricks. Let’s not forget the “A” list of what to wear for the season, including colors, fabrics and images of how to wear them. Also, as a writer, I looked forward to reading the cover stories and articles. That being said, why in the world had I promised myself I would avoid buying any more fashion magazines?
There was no question in my mind; I already knew I would absolutely love this month’s issue of Vogue and ELLE magazine. What’s not to love? They contain beautifully photographed glossy ads including striking models. The models wear new pieces of some of my favorite designer’s clothing lines. There are new beauty products with shared tips and tricks. Let’s not forget the “A” list of what to wear for the season, including colors, fabrics and images of how to wear them. Also, as a writer, I looked forward to reading the cover stories and articles. That being said, why in the world had I promised myself I would avoid buying any more fashion magazines?
The idea was absurd. What was I thinking? Had I really promised that? Why? What’s the point? I suppose it seemed like a good idea at the time. Less than a week ago, I had come to the realization that buying a fashion magazine was the root of what led to many consecutive shopping trips. In hopes of trimming my personal spending, I had come to the conclusion that if I avoided buying my favorite fashion magazines now and then, I might escape the temptation to buy the latest trends so often.
I waited in line at the grocery store. To my right stood a magazine rack filled with new issues of fashion magazines. How would I slay this dragon? As I turned my head, my eyes journeyed across a horizontal wall of cascading fashion images. The magazines, only 1 foot away, won my attention. Strategically displayed at eye level, I stood still gazing with admiration. I’m a visual person, so the colors alone were appealing. I noticed the placement of everything from clothes, to accessories and even the layout.
Which one should I buy? I thought. The cashier was almost done bagging my items.
My thought process continued. “No, I don’t need another magazine; I’ll just look through online images”. Then my thoughts betrayed me. “It can’t hurt to pick one up; in fact, I can take a quick look inside and get ideas.” I thumbed through one, then another. Just holding it made me feel fashionable.
I grabbed 2, 3, then 4 of my favorite magazines, knowing I would never have time to absorb every detail of each magazine before next month’s issue arrived.
It was time to check out, the cashier was looking at me, waiting. I took a breath and set three out of the four fashion-packed magazines down on the revolving black rubber counter. I presented the cashier with a resolute smile and stood tall. My decision was final. I would be responsible for any further action resulting from that single decision.
Who was I kidding, I was hopelessly addicted to fashion magazines.
The scent of newly printed pages lightly dusted with fragrance brought back happy memories of thumbing through past issues. “I know better”, I thought. Thinking of how the store had strategically positioned the magazines near the register, knowing women would be standing, waiting in line with little to do. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, I’ve tried to look away, and I’ve tried to pretend I don’t care, but I do. I love fashion.
Until then, I had figured that as long as there was a magazine zone near the register, I would have to fight the battle. Through the years, I have realized fashion is an art form. From the creative design process to sketching, draping, creating a pattern, choosing textiles and displaying, fashion design is more than a hobby or diversion to me.
I chose to go back to school and study fashion design. Paired with my prior writing skills, I became a fashion writer and reporter. With no more dragons to slay in this area of the kingdom, I can honestly say I’m proud to be a part of the fashion world.
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