I happen to love reading Tavi Gevinson's blog, The Style Rookie. What's expected: witty, engaging prose. Lots of on-the-scene runway pics. Creative stylistic pairings--lace, puffy layers, plastic drugstore barrettes.
What's unexpected: She's like, 14. Literally, 14. And a freshman in high school, who also happens to attend all the important fashion weeks.
I envy her--the time she has, the talent, the opportunity to be young, yet sure-footed. She's emphatic and opinionated--while being self-assured and very knowledgable. Who else is at that age? Without sounding childish and spoiled?
Good for her, I say, with some wistfulness. Now if only I could wear what I loved everyday...without incurring the wrath or scorn of the imposing in-crowd elite...Here they come--I'd better cower in my locker...