The Cliché That is Fashion

The "Cliché" that is Fashion

I think that fashion is something people tend to underestimate in life -it is never given its full praise and merit for what it truly achieves. Fashion seems idealistic but in truth, it is not only in that dress that catches your eye in River Island, it is all around us. Fashion is in the time we live -modernity and an idea is all it takes to fit into that ever changing philosophy that influences the design of that same dress. For us teenagers, I suppose, it is unthinkable that we be expected to employ the fashion of the time -I, myself, live on whatever I scrounge at Christmas from my generous aunts and I am aware others are not even that lucky.

However, as is the case, actions speak louder than words -and so does what you wear. I am not going to tell you that you should go to the nearest shop and buy the place out, I don't expect anyone to do that but I think it is a fairly conceivable idea that we should at least try to look nice. In the words of Mademoiselle Coco Chanel -a girl must be two things: classy and fabulous. And despite the popular opinion, it does not break the bank in the slightest, all it takes is a good idea and your own tastes. Tasteful, I find is an unreliable adjective because of the simple fact that tastes are not universal as the word seems to promote. So, you should rely on your own instincts and not even your best friend should be able to tell you that it doesn't look good if you think it does.

I have found that the best thing to do in our unstable economic conditions as students, is to get a job as soon as possible and until then, collect different items of clothing that catch your eye -jackets, skirts, shoes, cool pants. Then, with even the most basic wardrobe and a few accessories, one can change that jacket into a fully-fledged outfit which undoubtedly has the power to transform your image. Clothes have that power; something I have always found uncanny about textiles and materials is how something so limp and lifeless can be combined with a woman and both will be changed.

In saying that, I know a lot of people will dismiss this at once because of it being about fashion but I would be in much more support of style; as Oscar WIlde once truthfully stated, fashion is something so ugly it must be altered every three months. I had never thought about it before, but it's true and of course as it is something I hold dear to my heart, I was stung. Then I realised that it is style which is fundamental in clothes, not fashion. Some women, however, dismiss the fanciful idea of fashion as submitting to the fluffiness men always suspected in us women but I see it as the most fore-frontal way to express your creativity and as I have said -clothes do say a lot about who you are.

People might disagree but in most cases those people don't tend to care about their appearance and throw on "whatever"; but you see, aren't these people instantly recognizable by what they wear? Everyone has a burgeoning fashionista inside of them and style is without a doubt the most subtle way of expressing your feminity to others, I mean fashion and style among women is an idea passed down from generation to generation, being sustained by something that as of yet, seems to be unshakable in the world. Every era has its own style and it is women who usually lead the way as men watch in a mix of wonder and confusion, except if they are those behind the scenes designing the dresses and making these women their catapult of ideas.

For us teenagers, I think it is important we accept fashion in our society because despite its unnerving near-uselessness, it's going to be around tomorrow and the day after and most likely, this date in ten years time. For now, let's embrace the new trends of the onesies and inevitably, the twenties, the thirties and so on into the twenty-first century. For those of you who remain skeptical about fashion, I fear I shall never sway your mind (and I respect that) but promise me that even if you forsake fashion, keep style close to you always; in your handbag and the way you walk. Audrey Hepburn once said, "Walk with the knowledge that you are never alone".


'Til next time,


Arma (Armadillo).

Why Nobody Hates Twilight More Than Robert Pattinson

Taz here.

I have to be upfront about something. But bear with me, I can explain! Some of you may leave this blog and never come back after the following sentence:

I used to be a Twihard.

For those not in the know, Twihards are... Twilight fans. Except, they’re not like normal fangirls. No. They’re violent, extreme and obsessive. They’re lives consist of flailing, reading twilight fanfiction, eagerly awaiting any new instalment in the saga, and attacking non-fans in a hostile manner. Sometimes, they sleep. Often, they don’t. Similar to Charlie Sheen, they adapt an “I don’t sleep, I wait,” way of living.

Being a Twihard was not an easy life. But I’m recovering. I no longer take out my axe at the quietest whisper of “Twilight sucks.” (I no longer carry an axe on my person, for that matter.) I can now resist the urge to scream and die when I see Robert Pattinson and his unwashed mop of hair on my screen. Often, I even sleep.

Older and somewhat wiser, I can look back on my Twihard days and laugh. Because really, argue all you want that the Twilight Saga is the best book series in the world, and that the movies are masterpieces. There are hundreds of agreements to contradict such statements. But what I always find humour in is the fact that the eleven year old me-who thought anyone who could hate Twilight must be a horrible, vile, monster-never actually figured out that nobody hates Twilight more than Robert Pattinson.

When they signed up for Twilight, Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson were under the impression they’d be starring in a small, indie film. They got the latter right, but small it was not. As you know, Twilight became huge, taking Stewart and Pattinson with it. Forcefully. By the hair.

Remember when the only people who knew who Robert Pattinson was were Cedric Diggory fans? Back in those days, Pattinson once made his co-star, Harry Potter’s Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley) read the whole Twilight series after he lost a bet. A cruel, barbaric punishment, many would call it.

Though as it turned out, our dear ol' Patz had to suffer through the books in turn. (Karma, maybe?) His comments on Stephenie Meyer's literary genius range form "It was like it was a book that wasn’t supposed to be published, like reading [Stephenie Meyer's] sort of sexual fantasy," to "I feel uncomfortable reading this thing." He describes Edward's obsessive qualities as "very wrong and very strange." (For those not in the know, Edward wins Bella over through a mixture of stalking and glaring from a distance.) I doubt he's Team Edward, considering he says, "The more I read the script, the more I hated this guy, so that’s how I played him, as a manic-depressive who hates himself."

And would Pattinson be a fan if he wasn't in the movies? Er, no. "I would just mindlessly hate it," he claims.

None the less, I will of course be going to see Breaking Dawn in cinema. (The fist viewing was avoided for fear I'd fall off the wagon and lapse back into Twiharding.) For those of you who have no intentions to see the latest Twilight movie, here's a quick summary, according to Pattinson:

"Have sex, demon baby. No, they get married first, demon baby, Jacob falls in love with the little baby, then everyone tries to kill each other, but nothing happens. Oh, that’s the second one."

If the trailer is any indication, there's bound to be some sex in it.

What do you think? Should Stephenie Meyer be burned at the stake or worshipped as the founder of the Twilightism cult?

Pterodactyl and Other Small Talk

I’m in front of my computer with my hands on the keyboard with no clue where to start. Sorta like when you go upstairs to get something, but as soon as you get there you can’t remember what it was. But when you go back down again, then you remember. Or is that just me?

Anyway, it’s Terri here (short for pterodactyl, of course) and I’ve been assigned the daunting task of writing the first proper blog. Terrific.

However, since this is the first blog, so I can’t help feeling like I don’t really know you guys, the readers, that well yet. And vice versa. So I guess that most likely would lead us to exchanging small talk. Which unfortunately may lead to the weather. 

Ah the weather, if the conversation wasn’t completely draining before it sure is now. I might as well just say ‘any craic?’ followed by the allusive ‘nothing much, what about you?’ which of course would be followed by a full stop. End of convo. Period.

It just occurred to me that any non-Irish readers might be slightly confused by me randomly bringing up drugs. So just for further reference, craic=news\good times. E.g. ‘the craic was unreal hey’ translates to ‘it was a jolly good time.’

So…

Nice day we’re having, eh?

Well that’s about all I can come up with. I promise I’ll do better next time, later.

-Terri

Introductions and Such

If you were to ask us why we set up a blog we wouldn't have a real reason to give you. Honestly, we barely listen to each other half the time, so why would anyone else listen to us?

All the same, please enjoy our random ramblings. We'll be posting something new every Wednesday.
Meet the Ramblers:

Arma,
Penny,
Taz,
Terri.