I finally got my camera back from Nikon today (as it was damaged in a street brawl – long story) and I decided to look at some of the street style photos I’ve taken for BlogTO in the last few months. I wanted to see what kind of themes I could develop (their suggestion) and start looking for additional subjects this week.
BlogTO wanted something more theme-y and didn’t really like my random pickings. I didn’t even get to show them the 20 other people I shot before being told to alter my concepts. I tried and attended a few fashion events too and shot some people but either Toronto is completely style-less (Steevee will tell you that in a heartbeat) or I just suck at fashion spotting (according to BlogTO hehe).
Well, thinking about it is no longer necessary as it seems that the website that liked my idea of doing a personal street style column has taken it upon themselves to do it on their own using someone else. So I guess I can forget about resubmitting and just do my own? S’ok cuz I stole the idea from The Sartorialist anyway and he probably stole it from those Japanese fashion magazines that I used to read in high school at Pages (RIP). Or Vice.
Anyway, check out the new street style column from BlogTo…
Should I be mad about this? Nah. I just wanted something creative to do while I was off. I just noticed that the comments aren’t all that positive anyway. Of course, I wouldn’t have chosen any of those people (except for the Asian guy and the girl with the bike). I also would’ve liked to have had a conversation with them about style, fashion, superficiality, materialism, blah blah blah. Dammit, I have so many great little conversations with the people that I shot.
I wonder if I was going to get this kind of a beating as well had they accepted my intended first post:
Toronto style can be difficult to define. I’ve been trying to define it all my life. One of my favourite past-times has always been people-watching. Sitting on a rooftop patio, riding the TTC or having a meal at House on Parliament, my eyes are constantly darting from one person to the next. When I was 4 years old, my mother used to take me down to Queen and King Street to “look at the punks.” I used to be obsessed with their skinny jeans, spiky leather jackets and the sounds that their chains made when they walked by me. Even as a toddler, I had a passion for fashion. I was the original Sartorialist!
Toronto is a place where cultures and styles collide. We are sufferers of an identity crisis. Are we an arts town? Are we a film town (or is that Vancouver)? Are we a sports town (Go Leafs go!)? Or are we the center of Canadian business? The one great thing about Toronto is that we’re all of those things and more. We can walk down any street and see a teenager wearing the most amazing phat pants circa 1996, sucking on a lollipop without a care in the world. Or a sophisticated businesswoman carrying a beautiful leather attaché down York Street. Or a child doing somersaults in Withrow Park wearing a colourful and crisp, freshly ironed plaid shirt.
Maybe one of Toronto’s strengths is that we don’t have one kind of style (or any style according to friends from Montreal, Paris and New York). Maybe diversity is our best trait.
Style isn’t about wearing the latest trend or the most expensive suit. It’s about reinterpreting your personality for all to see. It’s all about the details as well as the full package. It’s all about showing a little edge when you’re forced to dress a certain way for specific events, our daily jobs and significant milestones. It’s about walking the walk.
As George Michael once said in one of my favourite songs Freedom 90, “Sometimes the clothes do not make the man!”
But sometimes the (wo)man can make the clothes work.
Now let’s take a look at my very first street style entry for BlogTO…
Kat Marcus, Harbord and Ossington at 4:17 PM
I ran into this hairstylist extraordinaire and Colonel of Glamour in front of her salon. Looking effortless and street smart at the same time, Kat rocks a pair of pink jeans and a comfy t-shirt. She’s the punk rock Jennifer Beals.
K: I have a shopping secret. Chez Thrift in Bolton. It’s worth the drive. My purse [not pictured] was $6.
S: I love the shoes.
K: Prairie de Paris. I got them on sale for $300.
S: Is that a moustache necklace?
K: Yeah. It’s by Digby & Iona. It’s patterned after Inspector Clousseau from Pink Panther.
S: Where do you shop in Toronto?
K: Urban Planet at Gerrard Square. *laughs* So what are you gonna write?
S: I don’t know yet.
K: Just don’t call me a ‘hipster douchebag.’ Even though I am one.
Fuck it, maybe I’ll just start my own…