Friday 28 September 2012

Indie Grunge- the latest trend where black is indeed the new black



It seems an era of fashion-forward folk, inspired by music, street fashion and youth culture, are combining two favoured alternative styles and giving birth to a new trend, Indie Grunge.

In terms of fashion, ‘indie’, which is short for independent, originates from a bunch of music-crazed kids who dress outside the commercial mainstream and take style advice from their favourite bands. Think vintage, think grandmas-closet; think ‘cool’. These kids pay as much attention to what they wear as to what they are listening to.
‘Grunge’, on the other hand, is a tad more rebellious. Also centering around music, ‘grunge’ became seriously popular in the 1990s after punk rock/heavy metal bands started immerging. The infamous band, Nirvana, was significantly responsible for the influx of ripped jeans, black tee’s and converse shoes. You can blame Kurt Cobain for the ‘messy’ look that was now the ‘it’ look.

So for the latest trendsetters, where preppy is too plain and gothic far too grotesque, they are finding a perfect balance in indie grunge (or ‘soft grunge’ for the faint hearted). They are able to capture the quintessential combination between clean and unclean, light and dark, sweet yet shocking.  And they are achieving this feat by blending the more desirable elements of each fashion look.
Now that you think about it, I bet you have seen many indie grunge innovators walking the streets in your city, or perhaps, like myself, you are one?
We are the ones dressed almost head-to-toe in charity-shop clothes, a ring on every finger and wearing Dr. Martens as if they are going out of fashion (which, by the way, they never will). We rock the seriously-disheveled-yet-chic look; no one is entirely certain if we spent hours getting dressed or merely threw on an outfit and hoped for the best. Indeed, we are the girls that you wonder, “how on earth is she pulling that off?” 
Welcome to the world of indie grunge, where mainstream is monotonous and less is never more. Pile on those bangles, apply that crazy-shade lipstick and take a walk down the dark side if you dare!



Even the fashion-elite, such as Kate Moss, Alexa Chung and Mary Kate and Ashlee Olsen have been known to jump on the indie grunge bandwagon from time to time, showing us the effortless glamour that comes with this look. Let’s be honest though, these girls could wear a hessian sack and cause a sell out in hardware stores all over the world (they make anything look like it has come off the runway, sigh). Just recently, the now media-frenzied star, Miley Cirus, has also shown us glimpses of indie grunge, with even a new haircut to match. Go all out, or go home. That’s the new saying isn’t it?





Taking a leaf out of Miley’s book (or rather she read their book first and stole the leaf), indie grunge trendsetters are all about the hair. Natural, boho hair is a thing of the past; these girls are chopping their locks into a blunt bob and bleaching to an intense white. And those who are wanting to keep their long hues; semi-permanent colours are ever so popular to electrify and dip-dye ends. Rapunzel with a hint of rebellion. Pink hair, green hair, or blue hair, as long as it’s any thing other than ‘al naturale’: it’s all part of the look.





Creating the indie grunge style requires a desire to be different and a knack of combining the beautiful and the ugly, the expensive and the cheap, as well as the quirky-but-cool. The sure-fire options include:

  •  Dr. Martens 
  •  Cross Neclaces
  •   Charity-Shop finds: festival leather bags, oversized jackets, buttoned up shirts, faux      fur, gypsy hat
  •    Black opaque tights
  •    Creepers
  •   Fur
  •   Printed leggings
  •   Grandma Cardigans
  •    Multitude of rings
  •    Converse high tops
  •   Quirky shades
  •    Studded jackets
  •    Leather brogues
  •     Black Boots, baby
  •    Anything cat related. Meeeoow!









Tuesday 25 September 2012

What the hell is this blog about anyway?


There are copious amounts of fashion blogs out there proclaiming they know style. Well, here is yet another for you to spend ample procrastinating hours gushing over.  The difference is, when those irate-and-oh-so-dull co-workers catch you in the act of blog snooping during work hours, you can innocently inform them that you are reading a writer’s blog. Hence, it must be an educational pursuit- given that us writers are stereotyped as intelligent and knowledgeable folk. Do exclude the minor detail that all I am ranting about is fabulous frocks and what is totally cute this season. Trust me, I often drop the ‘sorry, I’m writing an article today’ excuse and I only ever receive nods of admiration- after all, it would be rude of me to correct their ignorant believes that I must be writing on a topic slightly more profound and ground-breakingingly-brilliant.
So, yes darlings; a writer’s wardrobe, is all about my sharp-witted perspective on fashion. Combining my passion for pretty clothes as well as a few brainy words, this blog is sure to impress any fashionista (as well as unsuspecting employees).

Enjoy.
xx

Tuesday 18 September 2012

If only I could live in a vintage boutique!


Sometimes I fantasize about living in a vintage boutique. ‘Set up shop’ in an actual shop. Make a bed out of an antique sofa, swapping sheets for silk shirts and featuring fur instead of feather down. Perhaps a recycled turtle neck sweater as a pillow. Each day would involve dressing myself in timeless pieces and twirling around like Marilyn Monroe (naturally, there would be an exact wig hiding amongst the headwear that conveniently captures this superstar-actress moment). My house would be a giant wardrobe and it would be my heaven. And, although clichéd, home would indeed be where my heart is, since tiny pieces of it were, long ago, delicately sewn into each stitch of every pre-loved garment. I know this because upon seeing a vintage treasure, my heart rapidly beats as if it is going to fall out of my chest; letting me know that it is trying to reach out for something it has been looking for its entire life.
As Vogue fed Carrie Bradshaw, I would dine daily on my collection of classics, their beauty and style providing more energy than any food in world. For this reason, no kitchen would be needed, nor would I need a laundry; why worry about washing when there is a new outfit to wear each day? I would live in my vintage heaven for so long that my fragrance would become Le Parfum de Grandma and I would smell like the happiest girl in the world.