When the term “street style” was first coined, it was the domain of the unstudied, the unstaged, the stylist or editor or blogger wearing an outfit that she had purchased and put together herself. Candid street style at its heart and in its purpose was refreshingly free of the business element that defines much, if not all, of the fashion world — nobody was being paid, sponsored, or otherwise compensated for wearing a certain article by a certain designer or brand. It was natural, honest, and not ruled by celebrity, and it wasn’t about who was wearing what; it was about how they were wearing it, and with what. It was new and inspiring, the idea that any girl could go swanning about a major city in a top from H&M and thrifted pants by Gucci and a vintage hat via her grandmother’s closet and be photographed (provided she be thin and attractive enough to draw the eye, which is of course the vulgar truth of fashion) with a flashy expensive camera by a well-dressed perfect stranger with a business card and a .com web address and find herself immortalized on the web the very next day. Keep reading »