I spent my teen years obsessed with designer items. So much that I would sleep in Juicy sweatpants and started to believe that Kate Spade was my best friend. But I've wised up in my old age and concluded that, frankly, I don't really give a shit. Gucci, Fendi, Louis Vuitton... whatever. That's not to syt that the work they produce is not utterly gorgeous or worth the price on the tag -- I just believe that wearing name brands doesn't necessarily make you any better dressed than a person wearing an anonymous brand. For example:
During a trip to Italy about three years ago, I stopped into Roberto Cavalli and ogled over this horn necklace that was hanging like a ripe fruit around a mannequin's neck. Normally, when I have such a physical reaction to an accessory, it's a no-brainer: I buy it. The only thing stopping me in this case was the fact that this necklace was $550. And by dollars, I mean euros. Morally, I had to pass, but I was emotionally distraught.
You know how people say 'everything happens for a reason'? I usually hate that shit but in this case it was true. When I got back to the states I went shopping (shocker) and stumbled upon this little number:
My horn necklace is now one of my go-to faves. I bought it for $25 at TopShop on a much shorter chain, which I interchanged with this gold fill chain I owned from 100 years ago. So you decide for yourself -- Are you able to tell the difference between the designer piece and the imitation? Do you even care? You already know my answer.
So this illustrates one of the greatest lessons I learned throughout my fashionista years: don't let the real thing fool you.
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