While the fat fall fashion glossies arrive with a thud, and they carry promises that all that is wrong with the world can be made right with a few (or more) select purchases, I've decided to say "good-bye to all that."
Instead of buying anything new for fall, I'm going to do a reverse September: I'm going to purge my closet.
This is a desire born from excess. Seeing all the fall fashions arriving in stores has left me cold. It's all too much and all so meaningless. Grunge redux? No thank you! Lady-like dressing? Been doin' it for years. When I look in my closet and realize that all I truly need is already there, I can't bring myself to add to the clutter. As my friend Laura says, "I'm covered!"
But beyond this... my taste for following the pack just isn't there. Fall shopping feels like an exercise in lockstep... a Pavlovian response to "Fashions Night Out" and trend brinkmanship. In addition, shopping with the seasons doesn't feel modern. It's a concept that's run out of steam.
And yet another fashion week (month) with a head spinning number of shows also brings me to this juncture. Already, an avalanche of emails touting the new "it" product, the hot, young designer, the name to watch, the model to look at, the pants, shoes, handbag, dress, to covet, to desire, to chase... as they used to say in the cartoon The Jetsons: Jane, how do you stop this crazy thing?
Maybe we can blame it on the Internet. A proliferation of fashion and style web sites that has reached a fever pitch. And amidst the whirl, the only thing you can make out clearly are skinny jeans, and biker jackets, and more skinny jeans. On the streets of Paris, everyone looks relatively the same.
There is a tipping point for everything and I have reached mine. I will sit out the season and make due with what I have. The world won't come to an end, I'm certain. I'm going to go Zen on my closet... reinstate my own style. I will tweak what I own: add a collar to a coat, mend a sweater, shorten a skirt. Create something new from the bounty at hand. Using my skills-- as my own stylist, as someone who sews sentiment into the things she wears-- is feeling new, refreshing, and almost urgently necessary.
While I'm at it, I'm also going to finish reading all my unread books!
Maybe by next year there will be more quality, less quantity and a new reason to shop... or maybe not.