Elliot and Isabel

Some women – let’s narrow this down to women who “care about fashion,” when they get dressed every morning to go to work, or every evening when they have to go out, are genuinely frightened of being monotonous or expressing some lack of scope and versatility in their sense of style by wearing, say, skinny jeans and a blazer all the time (Olivia Palermo is that you?). To ensure this never happens, the subject in question adopts different style personas each time she stands in front of a closet or rack of clothing and might, one morning, decide to put on an A-line sundress and some Lanvin flats (classic!), and then wear all black leather (edgy!) later that night, then the next morning as she wakes up hungover, something else (classic again? preppy? androgynous. bingo.) Thus, she never actually adopts a sense of style. I’ve observed this on girls around my age in the halls of a certain fashion magazine I can’t mention that’s located somewhere on the 12th floor in a big building in Times Square.

A few women do not have the aforementioned insecurity. They are divided into the Anna Dello Russo category and the Tonne Goodman category or the “I’m Charlotte Gainsbourg/Lou Dillon and best friends with Nicolas Ghesquiere” category (reserved also for Lauren Santo Domingo, some models, etc.). On the side of ADR, you are so obsessed with new trends every season you basically pick up the runway after the show is over and put it on. Your body is a sample size for no other reason than to fit into beautiful clothes and you may or may not have a spare apartment kept at a certain temperature in a European city to house your favorite clothes. Most importantly, though, ADR types don’t care–at all–how weird they look in public. When I saw the above photograph on Jak and Jil yesterday, I texted Elliot and was like, “No.” Too much. She’s become the most photographed woman at fashion shows so why can’t she, for once, just wear something that doesn’t generate an initial WTF reaction. Then, I realized that ADR doesn’t give a f*ck what I think, and that’s why she’s got a temperature controlled apartment in Milan. For her clothes.

On the other hand, there’s the TG. The uniform type. These women are awesome, brilliant, gorgeous, and they own 35 of the same thing in the same color and wear that thing every day, usually with no makeup. If you don’t know TG’s signature look, google her and you will find out in 1.5 seconds. I’d like to envision myself in this category one day, though I cannot decide what my uniform would be, which, if you read the first paragraph of this post you’d get the implication that my saying that actually makes me one of the style definition-less girls, except I’m not. I’m just young. Hopefully, why this is fabulous style doesn’t need much explanation, because you will get tired of reading, but the uniformity (!) and the repetition of the “anti-look” is just as out there as ADR’s hideous/incredible looks, and just as awesome.

Then…

-Isabel