Coat: ASOS (old)
Dress: Zara (old)
Hat: Charity Shop, £2
Boots*: 4th & Reckless
Last Friday I turned the grand old age of twenty-six. I'm almost, but not quite, into my late twenties, but that's alright with me. Maybe it's time I started taking off my makeup at night and learnt to cook something other than a cheese-based pasta dish, but I'm doing okay.
When it comes to my blog however, I haven't been feeling too sure. Whilst the blogging world is becoming flooded with a younger generation (not that it's a bad thing - the more likeminded creatives I meet, the better!), I do sometimes feel that maybe it's time to step back. I've been in this blogging ball game far too long, stretching back to the days of a 12-year old angsty, pre-treen with a Live Journal account; although, back in those days I wasn't shooting outfits, but I was more likely whinging about how the boy I fancied wouldn't return my unrequited love.
This particular blog, Fox & Feather, is nearing six years old now and I'm always debating if or when the time is right to bring it to an end. I often find myself comparing my little space on the web to other kick ass blogs with consistent, thought-provoking content and feeling a little doubtful and quite frankly, a little embarrassed at my own blog.
There's also the fact that the world appears to be falling to pieces right now and writing about what I'm wearing seems to be a little futile, ignorant and selfish. If you follow me on social media, you'll see that I can be a bit of a political potty-mouth, but when it comes to my blog I don't tend to touch upon such issues, which I do feel so passionately about. My blog's foundation has always been secondhand, vintage fashion and styling with a few other categories thrown into the mix: food, travel, music, lifestyle (what is lifestyle anyway?). I've become so aware that I'm in such a privileged position with a very comfortable life compared to most of the world, and writing about materialistic goods such as clothes just seems so egocentric. In fact, it is egocentric.
However, as daft as it sounds, vintage threads and styling does make me happy (ironically the only vintage piece in this particular outfit is the hat). Creating eccentric looks that I feel confident in, having some sort of amateur art direction in the photos (aka. shouting at James to crouch and get the treetops in the frame) and then stringing together a bunch of words afterwards is my idea of escapism. It's completely selfish, but it's a relief to take a moment creating something inoffensive and without agenda to just shut off from the world for a moment... but only a moment.
There's nothing wrong with taking some time out from the news every so often; it can be so mentally and physically exhausting just watching the news. In fact the escapism allows us to re-energise so we can come back stronger and louder! Even in these dark times, don't deny yourself a little self-care and a little escapism, but do make sure you don't become entirely ignorant to what is happening around you. Be sure to use your voice and your privilege to make a stand up for those who do not necessarily have a platform to do so.
Never, ever become naive to what is happening around you just because it'll never impact you directly, because that is really fucking selfish.
This post was supposed to be a regular outfit post, but I've completely ended up going off on a tangent of my inner emotions and frustrations. My mind and my heart is a mess due to the state of the world right now.
Whilst I do still plan to document my outfits and ideas for vintage styling, I also want to use my platform to discuss these world issues that need voicing too. I do worry that I may not be the most eloquently spoken when it comes to such things, but saying something is better than staying silent. Silence is compliance, after all.
I hope you can bear with me whilst I get to grips with developing this blog into something more and something that matters. Hopefully once I've got a game plan in place I'll come back ready to create content that counts!