Who cares if coloured tights make your legs look fat? What's the point of shoes you can't walk in? What does it matter what size clothes you're buying? Where can I find the BIGGEST BOW IN THE WORLD? How does anyone survive without carbs? Why don't more clothes have spots on them?
These are the kind of things that go through my head when I think about style, and the kinds of questions that this site aims to answer.
Vulgar Moon is style for people. Real-life people. The blog began as a place to post daily outfits, talk about personal aesthetics, and generally indulge a love of clothes. Since then, however, my views on fashion blogging have changed, and Vulgar Moon has begun to move in a new direction. I've got my academic hat on and developed an interest in body politics, learned a bit about commodity fetishism, and become a lot more cynical about the aspirational nature of fashion in general. But since this hasn't negated my interest in buttons, frills, and bows, I want Vulgar Moon to be a place where fashion is entertaining, but not all-consuming.
'Vulgar Moon' itself is that most dreadfully overused of things; a quote from a song. Specifically, a quote from 'How Fucking Romantic' by The Magnetic Fields. I chose it mainly because I love the sound of the phrase; saying it pleases me a great deal. I'm also completely torn between cynicism and romanticism most of the time — probably why I listen to The Magnetic Fields such an embarrassing amount — and so I thought the song was a good place to take the title for my blog from.
You can listen to 'How Fucking Romantic' with this little thingy here:
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