Over the weekend, I "attended" Coachella for the first time since high school (I know, I was a prettttyyy cool high schooler, right?). And by "attended," I mean drove down on a party bus with Three Olives vodka, stayed at The Saguaro, and went to some very fun parties, all the while never actually making it to the concert (honestly, who could even get tickets at that point?). It was all very fabulous and Insta-worthy, and I had a great time. But packing for the weekend was a struggle. While I threw every possible Coachella-ready item in a suitcase that was waaayyy too big for 3 days, I realized how much effort it took to dress in the way that I thought I should be dressing. I don't own a fucking flower crown. I have never been a fan of short shorts past the age of 16...and really, when you think about it, should anyone under that age be wearing short shorts to begin with? I'm not overly enthused by excessive amounts of fringe, crochet, wearing bikinis as tops, cowboy boots, flash tattoos, and know enough to stay the hell away from all the cultural appropriation that takes place on the bodies of festival goers. Eventually, I settled on outfits that better reflected my sense of style, but the whole experience made me evaluate the current state of trends.
It seems now more than ever, trends dominate every facet of our lives. Trendy food, trendy bars, trendy companies, trendy fashion, trending on social media, Instagram trends; I could go on. But as someone who has curated my wardrobe with classic staples in mind, these trends often leave me feeling left out. I'd rather write about the cool newish restaurant with the mind-blowing risotto than schlep out to that overly-Instagrammed and overly-crowded shop serving unicorn froyo sprinkled with emoji candy so I can get a quick photo against their millennial pink wall. Don't get me wrong; some of these trends are super fun, and I totally buy into them when the occasion calls for it. But I occasionally feel like I'm losing my style identity in a sea of off-the-shoulder tops, cut off jeans that look terrible on me, and SO. MANY. CHOKERS. So when I fished these lightweight floral trousers out of the depths of my closet, the on-trend part of me wanted to once again overlook them in favor of something more of-the-moment. And yet, I was compelled to try them on again, feeling a sort of liberation from the shackles of what's currently on Instagram that has been sapping me of my sartorial inspiration of late. They may not be "on trend," but the classic floral trousers felt fun to me-- easy to dress up with heels, and yet they still manage to look cool and everyday-ready when paired with minimalistic flats and a ruffled top. I'm sure I'll get swept up in the trends once again (we're all human, aren't we?), but for now, I'm sticking to pieces that inspire me, whether or not I found them on Instagram.