More 2000's Nostalgia

I’m feeling super nostalgic for some reason. I’m harking back to the early 2000’s, before blogging, before Instagram, a time when our ‘influencers’ weren’t just idiots with an Instagram account and a desperate need for validation and attention, they were actual models and actors and people who did something of use. I could watch them do something I couldn’t. They earned their place at the table. The whole influencer thing is getting to cringe levels I can’t bear. There are some out there who would dig up their grannies if meant getting some money for advertising. Or worse still, jumping on good cause bandwagons for the likes and interactions and hashtag searches. It’s become ruthless and desperate.

So I’m harking back to the days when the only people who had influence were stylish actors, models or fashion editors. And I’m saying this as someone who was considered one of the first-ever Influencers. I hated the term them and I have done nothing but distance myself from it ever since.

I remember in particular Sienna Miller. She was, and probably still is, so beautiful. I remember seeing a photo of her and falling wildly in love with the slouchy grey boots she was wearing. I had to have them. the designer wasn’t listed on the image so after months of meticulous research, I eventually found that they were by a small, unknown designer in London who made them by hand. They didn’t even have a website. I had to place my order over the phone. When they arrived I was elated. I had them for about 6 months then one of the heels snapped off. Turn out this designer was not so good with glue.

I also remember seeing the glorious pale grey Sass & Bide jeans on Kate Moss and again I had to have them, so took my first ever trip to London to source these brand new jeans. I vividly remember finding them and wearing them back to the hotel and actually getting admiring glances from girls walking past me, obviously loving these light grey jeans.

I even loved these girls’ dedication to Ugg boots. I hated them personally, although after getting my Isabel Marant ‘Knowles’ boots I am more inclined towards them than I was, as the style is quite similar. That, and the image of Pamela Anderson in Baywatch walking across the sand, wearing her red swimsuit, rippling tanned thighs and a pair of Ugg boots is seared in my brain as a vision of glorious, tacky beauty.

The early 2000’s brought us lots of glorious moments. It was a more innocent time. I miss those days.