If I say,"Hello" will you say,"Goodbye?"

It's strange, typing away in this little box bloggers call a "post". I can't help feeling like this is that shiny new toy that everyone got for Christmas and here I am (several months later) unwrapping it with the eager anticipation of being part of that group. To the rest of the media-based world, I am very much so lagging behind with this blogging frenzy. Nevertheless, I can't help feeling a little bit proud. In about ten minutes, if this doesn't take me longer, I shall officially be a blogger. More specifically, a fashion blogger. Although, I'd prefer to call myself a style blogger.

So,"Hi" is really what I should've started with. My name starts with an A, so I'll introduce myself as A. If you'd like you could possibly categorize me into one those Upper East Sider's living in the brink of madness in today's modern Manhattan.  You know one of the people who have everything and call each other by their first initials in chic, perhaps ironic endearment. Otherwise known as Gossip Girl. But if you want to know the simple truth, I'm the paranoid, daunted girl sitting behind her computer with a bottle of water and no shiny Louboutins in sight.

So, why fashion? I could be somewhat annoying and shoot back just as quickly : why not fashion? But I'll stop now and tell you. I find myself standing with each of my feet in two worlds. One foot is planted in a world I've been used to for a very long time, the part of me that people can sometimes mistake for a snob just because I know the difference between Eau de perfume and Eau de Toilette is. The part of me that looks out into a suburban crowd and feels like I know things. More importantly, I know things about fashion. While the other foot has just skipped over to another fresh and eerily scary world. I look out into the crowd of trendsetters, fashion bloggers, editors, designers, photographers, everything galore! My eyes widen in amazement at this world I've only been able to touch through magazines and the modern wonder of the internet. This world is scary and I can't help but feel insecure, because here I know nothing. My measly little thoughts on Burberry's Spring collection from a year ago or even Jason Wu's newest Spring collection can't possibly sum up what everyone else here knows. I can't pick a collection from the ages while staring at a garment and say, "Ah yes...this reminds me of Prada 2004". Here, I'm slapped in the face with lack of knowledge.

So, this paragraph's worth of an experience is why I've started my blog and why I've started it about fashion or style. I want to soak everything in because my envious eyes aren't just peering through a window at a life I think is full of glamour. Believe me, it is most definitely not for the glamour. It's about the thought behind wearable art, risks that take places in seams, a form of beautiful or grunge expression.  I think fashion is ever-changing and while I might absolutely drool over Miuccia Prada's 50's inspired collection, I would die for anything innovative. I believe in risks, I love adventure, and there is nothing better than experiencing something new.  What better way to take part in all of that than in fashion? While people may roll their eyes as much as they please while they classify me as one of those people who have their head in the clouds with a dream that's bound to end up in the gutter, I simply laugh. Because in a couple of years they'll be buying a shirt I chose for them. And if they don't believe me, they can simply go watch Meryl Streep in "The Devil Wears Prada".

So to end my first post. Hello out there! I can't wait to learn everything I can. And maybe have a little fun along the way...okay a lot of fun! Who was it that said that the only reason to do something was for fun?

xoxo

A.