Columbia, but make it fashion
New York and fashion go together like peanut butter and jelly, Batman and Robin, or Butler Library and soul-crushing silence. Over the years, the city’s deep-rooted creative diversity has created an “anything goes” atmosphere, in which stylish individuals, including designers, bloggers, and socialites, seem to thrive. As a result, some of history’s most legendary style moments have occurred right here in Manhattan, like Holly Golightly’s little black dress from Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Carrie Bradshaw’s ballerina skirts from Sex and the City, and whatever the heck people were wearing at Studio 54 in the ’70s.
Since Columbia is (figuratively) situated smack-dab in the middle of this glorious fashion whirlwind, it’s no surprise that this diverse sentiment has found its way into the wardrobes of Columbia students. For instance, if you take a second to look up from your sushi and bubble tea in Café East, I guarantee that you’ll be able to discern at least four or five various styles ranging from “I just stepped off of the runway” to “I just rolled out of bed.” And both are held to the same standard.
As an avid follower and an enthusiastic participant (or confused, depending on your taste) of the fashion world, I was beyond excited to be going to school in one of the world’s fashion capitals. For years I had been poring over the pages of Vogue, watching films about various designers, and Instagram-stalking bloggers like Danielle Bernstein and Alyssa Coscarelli, all the while cultivating my own personal style to accurately represent my identity.