Moving on. I came across these images and was immediately struck by the style. To me, they evoke street style photography, personal style blogs, Advanced Style, and a number of current trends all at once. And yet they are quite clearly much more than those things (my thinking just shows that I've spent too much time in an internet bubble). I was actually surprised that the writer at the blog where I first saw these, We Find Wildness, said they found the images "difficult at first."
These are all photos by Katy Grannan, and were shot in Los Angeles or San Francisco.
The harsh lighting against an anonymous wall reminds me of Brook&Lyn outfit posts.The red lips, long black sheer dress, and big ring and fur all stuck me as so "blogger." But the obscured face means I can't see what this woman really looks like, just the clothing through which she presents herself to the camera (to the world?).
Bright color blocking. So Jil Sander.
Big armhole tank + sideboob. Beard with colored tips (next level).
This one is my favorite. She's very Prada/Miu Miu with the printed button-up, allover white, and that swan bag...
I'm sure none of these were considered "street style" photography, but the lines are very much blurred for me because these people all have so much style. Don't try to tell me orange beard wasn't going for a "look." If these are supposed to be ordinary or overlooked people, or people who fall outside the mainstream norms seen in the "media," I wonder what that media means and to what extent style blogs are part of it.
There are elements of each of these people's appearance that set them apart from the polished, wealthy ladies and gents on Advanced Style. (Is that what makes this art? What makes them "authentic" subjects?) But to me these are just people who still work it, regardless of their social status. As someone who will never ascend to Iris Apfel heights and have my clothing shown at the MET, I often wonder what I, and this generation of lookbook.nu kids, will look like in old age.
These people (all people) haves stories. I look at their pictures and can't help but imagine what those stories are. So often I see an image of a person with "style" and the story I imagine sort of depresses me. But with these images I'm full of interest. I imagine the lady in fuchsia drawing on her mole, doing her eyeliner, and I want to know more about her. It might sound, like, really fucking corny, but I feel like her face holds so many of the mysteries and secrets of life that I don't ever want to stop thinking about.