No one knows about this blog yet, and there is a highly, highly unlikely chance that anyone will know about this blog, for the number of fashion bloggers there are out there is unimaginable, infinite, beautiful.

Wait, what? Beautiful? 

Skeptical as many may be, fashion isn’t as superficial as it sounds. There’s a delicate beauty to it; a strength that only the creative can interpret into material. There’s a profanity to it that I believe only the extremely sensitive can even begin to comprehend. 

The cliché statement is that ‘Fashion expresses one’s unique identity.’ This is true, but it’s not the entire gist of the concept. For example, my own sense of style changes all the time. Does this mean that I have multiple identities, a multiple-personality disorder? I don’t think so. I think it represents my versatility, my love for drama, and the general characteristic of empathy: to feel what others might feel when wearing this type of clothing.

A true statement: one day I may dress in as chic a manner as Audrey Hepburn herself, and while wearing that one outfit I may act as lady like as Audrey Hepburn herself; and wear the confident air of being both beautiful and stylish, that Audrey Hepburn herself once emanated. 

Another day I may dress like Alexa Chung; playful and flirty, tom-boyish and fun. Two totally different outfits, two totally different personalties. 

This is what I love about fashion, and this is what makes fashion beautiful. This is therefore what makes the world of fashion blogging beautiful and commendable in and of itself. 

If you love fashion, love the profanity in it, the underlying meaning behind it that expresses more than wealth, I think you’d enjoy my blog.