Sometimes I feel like I shrug from this blog because I don’t know exactly what to write anymore, besides my actual written work. I go back and look at my old blog I had from 2012 to 2013, and gosh, there was so much more substantial material to write about– just for blogging. Now, with this one, I honestly get intimidated not by what I should say, but how to say it. I don’t want to say I am a blank outside my writing, because I am not– no writer is. I’d love to simply just talk to you about my writing habits, the feeling of having that good pair of skinny jeans on, how chipping nail polish rips your hair out as you shampoo in the shower, what music is on my mind at the moment, and my weekends that really fuel ideas for my next body of work. Those inconsequential, little things; because those little things are what bring out the best of me. I just feel like with this blog, I can’t just slap that on here in one sentence or fragment of a paragraph. Substantial substance on here, was my goal. But now it makes me run around in circles.
I shouldn’t anymore though. A lot has really been going on in these passing weeks of the year– it’s almost March. Talking more about nonsense would mean letting you into my particular writing process. It’s only fair that I begin this complexity of randomness on my part with a quick book evaluation, or more so a book catalyst. That would be It, the book by Alexa Chung.
While I have been rolling through with one of my first New Year’s resolutions wonderfully (reading; Rilke, Franzen, and even a revisit to Didion have so far been a part of this fresh expansion of my literacy), I’m perfectly accepting of the unfulfillment reading It brings you at the end. It’s not a memoir, not a hinting style guide or a substantial essay collection. The quirky and sensational “it” British fashionista’s first book is admittedly a guilty pleasure and a splurge buy. But it has its merits– the first being that I’m a writer, and one with a passion for fashion (sorry not sorry about the rhyme). In grabbing a copy of this book I’ve taken from it more than the obvious. The most admirable thing about It that makes it suck a great read is its form. The swiftness, and the interaction with its author through her personal touches make this book IT.
Random but personal photos from Chung’s collection lead the reader into the book straight into– a memory. You could say they’re all linked, the scraps of advice and reflection or people of the past and in cinema who move her fashion-wise. Albeit the proper nouns to fill these topics that you’ll have to read the book for, you’ve pretty much gotten the picture. The book has its huge share of negativity, especially from The Guardian’s book review by Barbara Ellen where she sees the work as a “missed opportunity” to address major issues surround Alexa Chung (i.e. thinspo wars), especially as an it girl to evoke positive change. I stumbled upon this particular review when I was researching whether or not I ultimately wanted this book. Evidently, I did, and glad to do so. Because what I have taken from this book besides closer examination on Charlotte Rampling’s other outfits in The Night Porter and that guy friends should lend you their oversized sweaters whn you’re heartbroken, is that deep down, this is what it is all boils down to. It is not about Alexa Chung. It is about us, and what we really would like to achieve with writing.
For starters, social media. It’s the first initiation, that space where any two bits you have (or shouldn’t have…Beliebers) is out in the open for the sake of granting your own popularity. And just writing like this, is just as guilty; we writers want to say something, and that’s why we do it– although we glamorize it with technique and metaphors. But simply, everyone wants to write a book on random things that are important to them– and more importantly in our eyes, what the world needs to think is important, too. Admittedly you don’t even want to get carried away with distracting writing. And admittedly, this is the book we would write if we could get people to read it, agree with our film tastes and give a damn about our advice on how to dress or our favorite memories with our grandfather. It’s only a matter of luring in the readers.
It is such an easy and digestible read because it only shares what it wants to share, what you feel you need to know. Alexa Chung is just a girl, lucky to live a life in the spotlight just for living; what else do we really need to know that she hasn’t shared already? So here is just a book, unconventional in form and pace, that just sums up what is important to her, without any extra flashiness. And the thing is, It is still to be determined. But what you do read in this book, is that It is up to you to capture; and for this blog, a reminder that in the end, It is whatever the Hell I’ll write about.