steady as the stars in the woods



Necklace & sahara turquoise ring // Shop Velvet Moon
Shoes // Zara
Skirt // American Apparel (similar here)
Coat // BB Dakota (similar here)

All images by Hallie Geller

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privately, intensely, and without recourse


Backpack // Coach c/o Omnia Vintage
Skirt // Walter Baker
Mesh hand piece // c/o Omnia Vintage

Shooting this on a freezing day in the Lower East Side.

All photos by Hallie Geller


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We don't need to be at New York Fashion Week


New York Fashion Week. To the newbie, the words evoke an almost indescribable sense of excitement, glamour, fast-paced intensity and that elusive touch of exclusivity everyone seems to so desperately crave. When I attended my first ever season last September, I was similarly fresh faced and engulfed in starry fascination with the blur of activity around me. Was that Marc Jacobs entering the tents with Hanne Gaby? You bet. Pat McGrath working her magic backstage? Yep. Linda Fargo, garbed in something deeply fabulous scribbling front row at Proenza, whispering to Altuzarra? A-huh. You might catch a glimpse of a Fanning or an Olsen. Karlie Kloss might hand you one of her Kookies. It's all very seductive. Almost like a weird hyper-real fashion mirage. 
You're seated in rooms with people from the highest echelons of the industry (albeit in the nether regions). You're almost rubbing shoulders. You go to a smattering of shows, attend some presentations, sip sponsored cocktails on rooftops at after parties. You're a mere 5 feet away from Amanda Brooks and Jenna Lyons. Derek Blasberg fervently tweets close by. You're giddy with a sense of being a part of the whole circus (although all that caffeine you're mainlining to stay up at night writing reviews and editing photos might also be contributing to the shakiness). How could you not be?

Soon, you're two seasons in, practically a veteran and you're spending increasingly less time being grateful for a rare opportunity and more time complaining about the long hours, the 15 band-aids holding your heel-wrecked feet together, the fact that you no longer recall what a night's sleep means. The long hours, the peacocking outside Lincoln Center, the endless barrage of people who don't really need to be there, over saturation of content, it's all starting to get to you. You churn out little pieces on the shows and presentations, but why should someone be listening to you when they could be reading one of 800,000 other sources (most more reputed) who are writing about the very same shows? So why are you there?

This question is posed to bloggers and the general outliers who by some stroke of luck (and entrepreneurship coupled with the ridiculous digital bubble) like myself have attended these shows and gone through said motions. To be clear, I am not referring to those who blog as their day job, the heavyweights, the digital mavens a la Leandre Medine, Kelly Framel, Blair Edie, Aimee Song and the rest. I'm also not referring to news blogs and websites like Fashionista, Into the Gloss and Business of Fashion who provide original reporting, critique and thoughtful industry centric articles. I'm looking at all of us mid level "personal style bloggers" who vociferously Instagram and hashtag about the myriad shows, previews and events.

"But the internet has made fashion democratic! It's a dialogue instead of a monologue! Etc." And I wholeheartedly concur. But democratic doesn't equate to everybody assuming the role of the creator. It means everyone is able to participate in a conversation and engage. Not that we all start covering each show and putting more and more clutter out into the internet. Especially not if it means that 50 bloggers need to grace NYFW like an army of iPhone wielding, Celine toting, self-proclaimed Twitter cognoscenti. We need to take a step back, take a deep breath and extract our egos from the situation. One doesn't need to attend fashion week simply to say one attended fashion week and have consequent anecdotes (and war stories) to relate at dinner. Simplistic concept and yet until this season, I hadn't fully committed to it myself. Major style bloggers bring press. Or they cover for their vast audiences. That's legitimate grounds for being a new voice and present at these shows. Most bloggers however, do not. This aspect of the digital bubble is on the cusp of bursting and I'm glad for the most part. There is such a thing as too much content, and much of it bringing nothing new to the table.
Fashion likes to cling to the past. It's what makes designs beautiful and nostalgic and relevant in a larger historical and cultural context. But it means it takes us a hot minute to catch up. So now, after being a bit tardy to the digital game, (some) designers in mortal fear of being "left behind" are, instead of smartly targeting and curating compelling new, interesting content along with select bloggers that speak to their customer, just running helter skelter and partnering with every blogger with a url and an affinity for sneaker wedges.

Now, if you're able to gain access to the show or presentation of a designer you truly admire, of course you should go. I'm not suggesting some kind of draconian clap down. I think a dose of bloggers at fashion week is healthy, when they have a reason to be there. At the end of the day, amid the hoopla of the event, we conveniently forget that fashion week is a time for editors/journalists/bloggers/writers and buyers to work. So if you can honestly answer the question of why you should be another person attending the shows, maybe it's best to sit at home and watch the livestream/the tweets and Instagrams. You'll be more comfortable on your couch with a snack anyway.

This is just my two cents (despite how vehement I sound) but maybe it's time for a more in depth conversation about this without going on the defensive. I don't think anybody any longer questions the right of established bloggers and up and coming ones creating something original, to be at fashion week. But lets not group every personal style blogger into one and cast that wide a net.

I'd love to hear your thoughts as well. What do you guys think?
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just epiphanies


Crop top // Chicwish (similar here
Circle skirt // American Apparel (similar here
Bag // Walter Baker
Rings + cuff // Tiffany Kunz jewelry

A lot of self loathing followed the purchase of this skirt. I really don't want to (and haven't in the past) support American Apparel. Their ads are unbelievably sexist and the behavior of their CEO doesn't stray too far. But sometimes one breaks. It can be tough/tricky on a college kid's budget. Most of your options are restricted to fast fashion, high street garbage, no matter how much you want to support independent (and sometimes local) designers, production and economy. And no matter how much you don't want to support major corporations that churn out replicas of original work, follow shoddy ethical practices and are pretty repulsive in general, you just can't drop the dollars required for the good stuff. Because in the battle between circle skirts and tuition/food/shelter, the latter win. 

On another note, I'm working on a really fun Instagram takeover project with Miista. They make these wonders of shoes. You know how I love my shoes to have the galaxy imprinted on them. 
Follow me at @ArushiKhosla for more. 

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