A Peek At Tavi’s Life Behind The Blog

While the Tavi obsession may have started with the amazement of seeing a wee little thing write so intelligently about fashion, we have to admit that her snowballing popularity is now due, in part, to the fascination with what a teen blogger’s life is like. A veritable celebrity, the gossip coverage on Tavi’s outfits and whereabouts seems to have become even more popular than her blog itself. With fame comes the more plaguing questions: What’s Tavi really like? Is she the most popular girl in school? Are her parents freaked out? Has her ego changed with fame? Who is she dating? What are her diet secrets? (Kidding, kidding!)

As nearly every fashion media outlet has been stalking the teen blogger at NYC Fashion Week (including us), we’re starting to piece a bit more together. Happily, many of the reports don’t bring back any dirt (like you so guiltily hoped), but seem to prove that she’s as pure and innocent as ever. Refinery29 got the chance to talk to Tavi’s mom, who says she does worry about her daughter, but is OK with everything that’s happened: “Yes, [I worry] all the time. But Tavi’s extremely level-headed. She has something to say, and people seem to want to hear it, and I think it’s important for her to be able to do what she loves. I make sure she sleeps enough, eats well, has enough time for homework and everything… [laughs] She’ll be fine.”

As for how she conducts herself at parties, it looks like Tavi appropriately makes brief, but impressionable, appearances. Gawker had the chance to see the teen style maven at an event, and here’s how she rolls: “Tavi’s entrance—mom and entourage in tow—was heralded by a tectonic shift as partygoers scrambled out of Tavi way. Tavi passed through the parted crowd, back to where models showed off the hats. The two syllables of her name filled the room … She looked over the product, spoke with some well-wishers then headed for the door.”

As for worrying whether Tavi has ever been offended by anything we’ve written about her, chances are, she hasn’t read it: “I spend all day with myself—I don’t need to read about myself too.” [Gawker, Refinery29]