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Diamonds. The way to a girl’s heart, right? Right.
Diamonds are beautiful little things. They sparkle in the light and glow in the dark. So pretty, so elegant.
Yet, why are we all so desperate to be in possession of these alluring gems? Well, because…THEY’RE DIAMONDS FOR GOD’S SAKE!
But, but, but…there is more to wanting expensive jewellery than you may suspect. With jewellery comes money (big money in some circumstances) and with money comes wealth. Those who have the most lavish jewels are wealthy. Dur. It’s simple math. So surely a reason that people want a diamond is to appear wealthy to others. I mean, these days we’re all about impressing people around us – even a stranger in the street whom you’ll never speak to! Think about it. Wearing a fancy diamond necklace a long with a matching diamond tennis bracelet and gorgeous diamond earrings and a whopper of a diamond ring (yes, I know, the repetition of the word ‘diamonds’ is getting boring) would make ANYONE look rich. And anyone who looks rich, feels rich.
However…why do we feel the need to wear real this and real that. There’s jewellery out there that isn’t as expensive as diamonds but looks just as real! Crystal, for example, is cheaper by the thousands in some cases! And plastic, well plastic is plastic, but trust me, I’ve seen some expensive looking necklaces that cost around £12. It always strikes me as to why people feel the need to prance around in money when the cheaper option is just as good, just as nice, and a hell of a lot less flashy.
I’m not going to admit to not wanting an odd diamond here and there. I’m guilty of wanting expensive things! I think most of us are (men included). But, I know that it’s stupid. Why would I spend £2000 on a diamond ring when I can buy one, just as nice, for £20? Hmm. Why? Well, I guess part of it is to do with my mentality. I know the diamond ring is worth a lot and so it feels more special than a piece from Topshop.
More expensive items = more special = more important to us.
So, this post has been me rambling on about why we wear expensive jewellery when the cheaper items are RIGHT THERE IN OUR FACES! To be honest, I don’t know the answer. But, a major part of my opinion is that people wear expensive jewellery to make themselves feel more special and appear more important.
I may be wrong, I may be right.
Who knows.
N.B. I would like to clear up my argument in my recent post ‘Fashion beats religion’ as I do not feel it was understood. My point is that people are more likely to follow fashion trends in a shop than they are to follow what religion says we should wear. Check out the post by clicking on this link https://lookinguptheskirt.wordpress.com/2013/11/30/fashion-beats-religion/.
A casual Sunday rant…
Back in the old days (no offence mums, dads, grandparents etc) people used to make an effort with their outfits. If they were going on a moderately expensive outing, like to the theatre or for a fancy dinner, people made an effort. Women put on their stockings and heels and men were suited and booted.
It upsets me that this tradition has melted away.
Personally, I think it’s nice to dress up. Fancy clothes make for a more special occasion. They make you feel nicer and precious. These days hardly anyone makes an effort! It doesn’t upset me but it makes me feel as though people don’t care about what they look like. I mean, surely it makes your feel nicer when you oomph up your outfit. TRADITION HAS DIED – RIP. I love seeing men in suits – it makes them look super hot…but if you go to a top restaurant these days, they aren’t wearing shirts and trousers, they’re wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Boring.
As for us ladies, well, we do make more of an effort. Some only make an effort to impress the fella’s but whatever. Ladies seem to acknowledge the fact that to feel sexy and pretty, you have to make an effort. Well done gals. Round of applause.
I’m not sure why it is that people are more casual these days. I’m assuming it’s due to the different styles and trends of the era. The 21st century has turned the world into a jeans culture. A more laid back, relaxed style. Ok, it’s trendy to look casually chic, but it’s also nice to look elegantly chic. When I flick through magazines and surf the web for fashion tips it’s all about look ‘cool’. Where are all the adverts for wearing a sophisticated frock? What happened to constantly having to look smart?
I wish I had a reason to dress up everyday and get my hair/make-up done.
Hmph.
The red carpet is like a stage. It’s a stage for celebrities, but it’s also a stage for the designers whose clothes are being modelled.
If you’ve made it to the red carpet then you’ve basically made it to fame. Everyone knows your name. You’re either loved or hated.
But I’m not here to talk about the significance of the red carpet because, this is a fashion blog, not a blog about the importance of pink carpet as opposed to black.
Recently, a lot of female celebs have decided that less is more. Less fabric calls for a sexier dress. Some may think that’s right because, let’s face it, we all love a bit of boob. But, for others, less is indeed not more.
So, let’s start with the ‘less is more’ category:
Stars have recently opted for outfits with sheer detailing. They want to show off their figures. And let’s face it, if you were Jennifer Lawrence then you’d also want to flaunt your figure. But this, in my opinion anyway, isn’t sexy. I mean, what’s sexy about giving boys what they want to see literally on a plate? As the saying goes ‘boys want what they can’t have.’ Ok, I admit these dresses are beautiful. I love sheer! But, I only love sheer fabrics when they are interpreted into the outfit…elegantly.
Yes these dresses are sexy, but for the wrong reasons.They’re sexy because they’re giving skin. They’re showing what’s underneath the clothing. They are essentially revealing all. But we don’t want to know all, we want to guess…(well, guys do anyway).
Moving onto the ‘more is more’ category:
Dresses can cover you up but still look sexy. For example, you could wear a figure-hugging dress that covers you from top to toe – but if you’re showing off your enviable curves then BOOM, you have sex appeal. But more to the point…surely it’s sexier to cover up and keep the boys guessing. Don’t give them what they want. Cover up and show them that ‘no, they can’t have it.’ Show them whose boss in your sexy outfit. I am really cringing myself out here so I’m going to move on from the ‘boy’ business.
Back in past fashion/stardom history, celebs covered up…and they rocked sex appeal. Take Marilyn Monroe. One of the most famous female sex icons. She never got her boobs or vajayjay out on the red carpet. She kept it simple. And everyone wanted her. Everyone also wanted to be her. Everyone still wants to be her. She was sexy because she showed off her fabulous curves and walked her outfit in complete confidence.
So…
I’m going to leave it to you…
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It’s RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY time.
And this one is so random, to the point where I don’t even know why I’m sharing the thought with you all!
But anyway, here goes…
Coats. Jackets. Scarves. Hats.
When winter arrives, it’s as if everyone adheres to a uniform. A uniform of warmth.
Silly comment Sasha, yes I know. Everyone wraps up warm in layers because it’s cold out.
But…but…but…(I do have a point i’m just trying to dig it out in my confused head)
AH YES, BUT!
Isn’t it funny how although everyone dresses the same, it’s easy to tell the difference between them. As you know from reading my posts, people wear what they think. If they are wacky, eccentric personalities, then, in most cases, they’re going to wear wacky, eccentric clothes.
On my journey home from work I get very bored and instead of revising for my media law exam that’s coming up, I tend to study what people wear and I make up stories in my head about that person. Weird, I know. So here is my list of people’s:
I don’t mean to categorise people. I’m not trying to group people or stigmatise people. I’m just acknowledging the different people in the world. The people who care and the people who don’t. The people who are victims of fashion (aka me) and worry about what they look like/what they’re wearing…and the people who don’t care and wear whatever the hell they want.
I WISH that I was person number 2. Having gone through three colds, four sore throats and one gazillion dry noses, I think that sometimes fashion isn’t everything. Occasionally, admittedly, it’s better to be the physically brave.
So tomorrow, I’m going to wear my puffa jacket.
I respect people who aren’t afraid of breaking norms.
When I go out, I love to see people dressing in a cool, eccentric style – it’s fun, exciting and, quite frankly, mesmerising to see the outfits that some people can pull out their wardrobes.
To a certain extent, I would say that we can thank celebrities confidence for our confidence.
Let me elaborate…
Lady Gaga = CRAZY…she’s mentally crazy (in a fun way obviously) and this is reflected in her extravagant outfits.
Lady Gaga pushes boundaries. She makes statements. She puts her middle finger up to everyone else and wears to shock. To get people to speak about her. To create a large stamp on people’s minds.
It’s powerful stuff when you think about it.
Not a lot of people have the confidence to step into the big wide world wearing ballsy outfits, yet, I think that the more celebrities that shock us with their dress-sense, the more people will feel they can wear what they want without being threatened by the conservative public.
Picture this convo:
“What the HELL are you wearing?” asks person 1.
“A dress made out of human hair,” innocently replied person 2.
“You crazy lady!” shouts person 2.
“Gaga does it so I can do it,” says person 2 whilst sneering.
Ok…a bit of a daydreamy, not really gonna happen kinda conversation – I apologise (it is Monday and I am exhausted!).
My point is that people can pull anything off and if anyone questions it, they can reply by backing up their outfits with countless celebrities who break boundaries and defeat the rules. Nicki Minaj, Katy Perry, Lil Kim – only a few celebrities who do not give a crap about what media will say about them, or, what Joan Rivers will have to say about them on Fashion Police.
Ok, so some of you may be thinking that the out-of-this-world ensembles that these infamous people wear are part of their character, their persona. It’s not real. DISAGREE. It must be friggin’ scary to make a name in this world in a way that YOU want to. Being abnormal and reversing the direction of doing something the right way is a terrifying thing to do, especially in such a judgemental world. People, even celebs, need confidence to pull it off. And they do. And I have no doubt in my mind that these celebrities have inspired others to wear what they want, do what they want, say what they want.
So, celebs may not be the main cause of people saying SCREW YOU to the world. But they definitely play a part. If people complain that skinny celebrities play a factor in teenagers becoming anorexic (I’m not disagreeing with this statement by the way), then they definitely play a factor in what people wear. It’s all about body image.
Normal people would do anything to get their name recognised.
Becoming a fashion icon is step one.
People may not remember what your name is, what your opinion is, bla bla bla. Yet, they would definitely remember your name and opinion if you stepped out in a dress made out of skittles.
I’m sitting in a bubble bath blogging with my phone in my right hand and Vogue in my left with a cup of tea perched on the floor next to me – heaven. This is literally the epitome of relaxation and perfection. Two minutes ago my phone wasn’t in my hand, but a girl has thoughts, and when a girl has thoughts she needs to get them out! Hence, the blogging in the bath situation.
Oddly enough I’ve been sitting here thinking about my next blog post. That thought lead on to me wondering what to wear tomorrow (I’ve started a one-month placement at Now magazine so obbbbvvvvviously I need to dress well)…which soon turned into me thinking about what colours I like…WHY AM I SPILLING OUT COMPLETE RUBBISH TO YOU ALL?! Sorry. Anyway…at some point during my bizarre trail of thought I got thinking about the idea of beauty. What makes a person beautiful? Who decided upon the image that defines beauty? These questions confuse me…where did it all originate? Weird me also gets freaked out about space – again, why am I telling you this…another time.
Snap back to beauty Sasha.
Well, as my title says – beauty is a bitch.
Beauty is based on looks – if beauty had a name it would be Shallow Hal – judging on looks. IT SHOULDN’T BE LIKE THIS!!!
I am a soppy believer in that everyone is beautiful in their own way (obviously apart from murderers, thieves etc etc). So, when you ask me what defines beauty I would say a personality. But, unfortunately, I would also say looks. A beautiful personality consists of happiness, someone who is caring, charitable, there for you. A beautiful face consists of Kate Moss, Miranda Kerr, Beyonce, Angelina Jolie…need I go on?
My point is that it is unfair that people are deemed beautiful by what they look like. I mean, sure, Naomi Campbell is beautiful but, let’s face it, she’s a b***** (aka bitch). I wish people looked like their personalities. Wow. That would be interesting.
Anyway….I feel that I have met a time in my blogging life whereby I am going to pose you all a question:
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