It’s another street style sketch! I saw this trendy cutie in Soho and had to take a creeper photo to draw later.
I’m kind of torn when it comes wearing designer’s names. Especially after reading “I’ll Drink to That,” by Betty Halbreich I’m more aware of how seeing a brand name influences my desire to buy. (Ashamedly, it has made a difference.)
I think there is a bit of glamor and romance associated with wearing luxury designer labels. Like, if you wear Givenchy, you’re basically Audrey Hepburn, right? Or, how in Tokyo, for example, there’s a certain amount of distinction connected to carrying expensive designer bags. In a way, if your income exceeds a certain amount, you’re almost expected to carry the bag. (Or, maybe, it’s the other way around.)
But personally, I don’t want to care about those things! I want to dress and be authentic. Style should be a reflection of self, not earnings, right?
Anyway, hats off to this girl who went balls to the walls with (looks like Dior, right?) a cross-body Vuitton bag and (I think) Stella McCartney platforms. I mean, maybe this is her genuine self. And, if it is, you go girl. Own it.