Are your favourite fashion bloggers two-faced?
by Carly Jacobs‘Fashion is what you adopt when you don’t know who you are.’
- Quentin Crisp, 1908
Well ain’t that the truth. That’s my life motto right there. I experiment with my clothing because I’m not exactly sure what I want to say to the world. I don’t have a huge problem with that, as I am still a relatively Spring-like chicken and I assume I’ll get more answers as I get older. Quentin McPessimism up there has me feeling like a deluded and shallow teenager though. ’Hmmm…. I’m a little confused about this whole “life” thing.’ Pause. ‘Lets go shoe shopping!’. It makes me question whether or not I am hiding behind my clothing… or worse, am I hiding behind my blog?
I read up to one hundred blogs a day. Every single one of them makes me envy (in a lovely and supportive way!) the life of the blogger. I want to frolic in daisy strewn meadows with The Cherry Blossom Girl. I want to drink tea and wear little lace dresses with The Snail and Cyclops. I want to wear killer heels and party till dawn with Queen Michelle at Kingdom of Style. I want to go shopping at sample sales and eat dumplings in London with Susie Bubble.
I am not deluded enough to think that their lives are super perfect all the time and that their days consist of swanning about in vintage dresses in a general state of pleasant-ness but blogs really do give off that image of perfection. It’s hard to imagine any of my favourite bloggers picking their noses, wearing tracksuit pants or cleaning the bathroom. I assume my readers can’t imagine me doing these things either. Well, I never clean the bathroom. But I certainly wear tracksuit pants and pick my nose. Often at the same time. We as bloggers have our own little fame game going on. Many of us get recognised and some even end up in main stream media. Unlike ‘real’ celebrities there is no paparazzi following us around and taking pictures of us drunk and puking on a Saturday night. And none of our readers will ever find out about our less-than-perfect behaviour unless we tell them about it. Our readers will only ever know what we tell them… and that’s quite a powerful position to be in.
I got recognised at work today by a charming lady who smiled and simply said ‘Hello Lady Smaggle!’ and walked away. It’s always lovely to be recognised, especially when people are so happy to see you. I walked off feeling like I was the queen of my own little universe when I was suddenly slapped with a big cold dose of reality. I got recognised by someone who works at the same place as me who (I suspect) earns way more than me as I saw her coming out of an executive office. I had just bought a Diet Coke and some gum and I was heading to the chemist to buy tampons. I then planned on paying for my car insurance. I couldn’t be more unspectacular if I tried. The only difference between myself and my fan is that I am self involved enough to write about myself in a blog everyday.
Having realised how incredibly unspectacular I am, I asked myself – Am I hiding behind my blog? I obviously don’t share everything with my readers because no one is interested in the boring stuff I did today. Having said that I never lie. I see glamorous bloggers who seem so perfect compared to me and it never occurs to me that they aren’t perfect. I’m gross and I tell people that all the time. It’s all well and good for me to post my photo looking like the lady who invented lace but I make sure that every one knows that I fell down the stairs this morning or that I picked a delightful scab at lunch time. I feel that my online persona is the real me. Bloggers whose sites I read quite regularly start to feel like friends but who is it that you are friends with? The author of the blog? Or the person that the author of blog wishes they could be?
I have a question for my fellow bloggers and also for their friends. Is your online persona different to who you are in real life? Or is your blog persona the real you? Have you ever met a reader? What was their response to you? And for my friends who read my blog am I a different Lady Smaggle here than I am when we hang out?
Just a little something for us all to think about…
Love Lady Smaggle
xxx
P.S I have been reading a book about common traits of serial killers and a HUGE percentage of them are obsessive internet users… do do do do do do! That’s supposed to be scary music but it came out really lame. Dun dun DUN! Is that better?
