I BELIEVE THE CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE Precocious does not begin to describe 13-year-old blogger Tavi Gevinson. Personally, at 13, I was coveting Keds,...
By Jessica Herman|
I BELIEVE THE CHILDREN ARE OUR FUTURE Precocious does not begin to describe 13-year-old blogger Tavi Gevinson. Personally, at 13, I was coveting Keds, purple leggings and pink spandex. And I thought I was in-the-know when it came to fashion…not compared to Tavi. This Oak Park blogger-turned-national-sensation—in between after-school snacks and math homework—dotes on fashion superstars like Alexander McQueen, Yohji Yamamoto and Comme des Garcons. But that’s just the beginning. Not only does this girl (self-described as a “tiny 13 year old dork that sits inside all day wearing awkward jackets and pretty hats. Scatters black petals on Rei Kawakubo’s doorsteps and serenades her in rap…Rather cynical and cute as a drained rat. In a sewer. Farting. And spitting out guts.”) have taste and knowledge of avant-garde and high-end design well beyond her years, she writes like a real-deal fashion scribe, too: drawing comparisons to designers’ previous collections (when she would have been, what, a toddler?!) and constructively critiquing…okay, with a little extra hyperbole and tween lingo. Consider, for example, a recent post about Sonia Rykiel’s spring collection: “The trench is a BIT too similar to the Prada one from forever ago and I am not totally on board with the palm tree (guess it makes it more Spring) but I am all for the random mutating shoulder bouquet and the SR initials. And the fancy little number on the far left is calling my name. What a lovely thing to come home to after throwing up in gym class! I swear that is as stereotypically ‘middle school’ as it gets.” Given that Gevinson didn’t reply to our multiple attempts to track her down for an interview—after all, she’s already appeared in Interview, Pop and British Vogue, and skipped school to attend Fashion Week—I can’t say who, if anyone, is helping her pen these posts or design the blog. Still, I’m speechless. Look out, Anna Wintour, you’ve got competition. We can’t wait to see Vogue’s September issue in 2021.