Working in the world of photography, I am enlightened to more than my fair share of photoshop skills. I know how to create perfect skin, how to remove inches from thighs and how to create those huge doe eyes that all the guys swoon over. As such, I look at the beautiful women that adorn our magazines, but accept with a heavy heart that I will never look like them – as, fundamentally, not even the women in the magazines look like the women in the magazines.
This means it’s very rare that I’ll ever attempt to look like the models and the mannequins. I admire this seasons fashions, I’ll ogle over the online New In sections that seem to fit so perfectly with the upcoming trends, and I religiously stalk the fashion stars of Instagram, desperate to grab their unique finds when they get bored and sell it on Depop.
“Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.” – Coco Chanel
But I’ll never make the bold step to actually buying any of these key pieces. Don’t get me wrong, I love to shop, but I’m simply not brave enough to try all the latest trends.
I can’t get the top knot sorted – I end up looking like the model girl for the Croydon Facelift.
I haven’t mastered the art of winged eyeliner – it simply looks like I’ve revived my Year 8 Goth Phase.
I don’t own a pair of chelsea boots – which make me look like an equestrian rider who got lost.
And yet one day, with a pocket full of payday goodness, I decided I could be fashionable. I could be a hipster of instagram. So I bought a hat.
I’m pretty sure my mum thinks I look like a grandpa of sorts, but I, for one, think it suits me rather well.
Having being bitten by the fashion bug, I then quickly added to my new found fashionista collection a fur coat, some aforementioned chelsea boots, a fluffy headband, and some liquid eyeliner.
So now I’m a bonafide hipster. Apparently.
“People will stare – make it worth their while.” – Harry Winston
Fashion has never really been my strong point. Not from a want of trying, but the nerd specs – which are now home to the hipsters, luckily enough – and the naturally unbeautiful hair meant I never felt like one of the glamorous girls from the magazines.
My other half is an expert at picking out clothes for me – but nothing he picks is ever what I’d normally wear, until I try it on and fall in love with the unusual shape or the bright shade of colours. Clearly, although I’ll never admit it to him, perhaps even he knows more about what suits me than I do.
The moral of the story is, simply, if you wear anything you want with enough conviction, you can look as stylish and hipster as your heart desires. As Gok says, it’s all about the confidence – a lesson which can be applied to most things in life.
“Happy girls are the prettiest” – Audrey Hepburn
If you’re bold enough to stand up and shout about whatever you believe it, whether it be a new hat or a life changing motto, enough people will believe you. If you walk the catwalk knowing you look good, people will believe you. If you walk into that work meeting keen on your own ideas and what you can bring to the table, other people will buy into them too. If you own this world knowing you’re the best you can be, everyone will bow down to your awesomeness, kissing your beautiful leather chelsea boots while they’re at it.