(Taken at the ME London Hotel)
So at last, LFW is well and truly over & all the hype, tweets and outfit posts are completely done with. I don’t want to sound like a Negative Nancy but after attending the last 2 seasons of LFW, I can confirm that for many reasons, its just not my thing.
Back in September I went to LFW for the very first time. I was working for The BBC (well proud) so although I had a purpose being at shows, behind the scenes and immersed in the entire fashion week culture, I felt overwhelmed, in the way & judged. This season (just gone) I felt the exact same, if not worse.
Im not into high end fashion and I get that high street fashion stems from catwalk trends, but I’m just not interested. The lack of diversity probably pays a huge factor into me thinking ‘blah’ when it comes to fashion week. Black models are still limited and models bigger than a size 8 are basically unheard of. Watching the same sizes & the same race walk up and down the catwalk left me feeling uninspired and slightly annoyed. I guess being a size 16 means that I’m too fat for fashion anyway. At a show this season myself and plus size blogger Callie Thorpe, were moved from front row (which were our allocated seats) and hidden out of frame from the photographers. Too fat to be seen on front row? Were the brand embarrassed? Who knows, but I got a sickening feeling that because we didn’t fit the ‘ideal beauty’ we were moved to a place that wouldn’t cause offence. (F*** YOU THOUGH)!
Personal style and having fun with fashion is what I’m all about. I wear what I like, what I think looks good on me and what I’m comfortable in. Yet I feel like I have to change my style in order to ‘fit in’ during the fashion seasons. Nowadays you have to have half a dozen designer bags, impeccable style and a personal photographer. The pressures of blogging eh?
It feels like everyone around me is in competition. Who can go to the most shows? Who gets front row? Who wears the best outfit? Who’s staying in the most luxe hotel? I could go on..
Theres a constant sense of entitlement that for me, (a person who scoffs humble pie every week and still enjoys coco pops) its all just too much. I honestly can’t bare it.
I understand some of you may be thinking (Grace, suck it up. You went to LFW & I would kill to go) but honestly, its not as glamorous and amazing as it may seem. Bloggers, the press, whoever, have a wonderful way of dressing up stuff that is actually pretty meh. The whole event makes me feel tired, deflated and super stressed. Do I have enough content? Do I look ‘fashionable’ enough in this outfit? Have I charged my camera? (f**k no I haven’t). Will I know anyone? Do I have to eat that kale and quinoa salad, because all I want is a god damn McDonalds? Maybe its me who puts all this pressure on myself but nonetheless, the pressure is there.
Of course, If I was actually working for a brand at LFW, I imagine I would have a wonderful time, but for the most part, being there to be there is just a waste of time. I guess I feel like I have to go because I’m a blogger and I should grab opportunities like this with both hands, but if I’m honest with myself. I would rather be at home, making videos or writing posts, seeing my friends or drowning in meatballs and cushions at IKEA.
All in all, I feel like I don’t have a place at fashion week and I’m okay with that. I don’t particularly enjoy it and the vibe is too ‘I’m the best person in the room, you should bow down to me’. I don’t support a place that doesn’t appreciate body and race diversity and I’m just over doing things because people expect me to.
What are your thoughts on London Fashion Week?