She blogs, just a few days before her blog turns three:

Fashion Week is weird. It is very high schooly. Someone will take that and decide that it means Fashion Week highschooliness is getting me down hard without realizing how highschooly what they're doing is. I love fashion but it's disappointing when you have to sift through a lot of junk before you get to, like, the clothes, and the whole point of it all. It's more disappointing when the clothes aren't very interesting. Lately I've been looking to other places for a creative outlet and for inspiration. I miss following magazines and obsessively checking style.com the way I used to but something is different about it now. A year ago I got to go to Paris to interview John Galliano at Dior, and a couple weeks ago today he said he loved Hitler and got fired.

She adds, at the end of this 1,000-word post, that "none of this was supposed to dramatically hint at anything, other than maybe that my blog is turning away from fashion a little, naturally." She's right — what else is there to do once you've flown to Paris to interview one of the greatest living couturiers? It's hard to "start a band and make collages and zines and mixtapes and keep a diary and write love letters and snail mail" when you keep that kind of schedule.

i feel like the photo to accompany this post should be a lot more intense and introspective-seeming but hey! mirrors are pretty introspective! [style rookie]