LA Life and Fashion
Okay, so I should preface this by mentioning that I'm not a fashionista in any way, shape or form. In high school I was often told I 'had style,' which I think meant 'you go to alternative school, don't you?' So no, I don't follow the trends any more than someone who occasionally visits the mall does.
So anyway, while I've occasionally been accused of being fashionable, I'm not exactly an expert.
People often assume that moving to LA means an automatic uptick in fashionability, but for my first two years I was as lazy and 'alternative' as ever. It wasn't until last semester that I began paying attention, probably because a combination of circumstances induced an extreme bout of self-consciousness.
(I should mention here that Oxy has a really first-rate counseling program at the health center, and you get, I think 10 sessions a semester with your insurance. It's really superbly fantabulous.)
Anyway, I started trying a little harder to fit in. I mean, I'm 21 now, I can't just go on running around in tartan skirts and looking like a high schooler.
So I spent last semester in a haze of attempted (and probably failed) normality and self-consciousness before coming home, where I remembered it doesn't matter what other people say. Obviously there are limits to that, but if avoiding imaginary scorn causes me to lose sight of myself, there's no reason for it.
So yes, living in LA can, and probably will, cause at least one moment of fashion consciousness in even the most oblivious, but it won't take over your life. You're at college, sweats and pajamas are your best friends.