Let’s Talk About The “A” Word

It’s taken me a while to write about my anxiety. Why does my story matter? I didn’t see any benefit of me rambling about my experiences. Besides, there were plenty of people talking about anxiety online already.

Then, the more I thought about it, the more I recognized this: If so many people are talking about anxiety, then there must be a demand for information.

I also realized that if I knew more about anxiety when I was younger, I could’ve saved myself, my friends, and my family a lot of grief.

Maybe my story pales in comparison to somebody else’s story, yet just because somebody has it worse doesn’t mean my story isn’t important.

So, here it is, my story.

I’ve always been called a “worrier” or a “perfectionist.” I needed to do well in school, to look my best always, to not make mistakes, to be a great athlete, and well, you know the type.

Every day before going to school from as far back as I can remember, I’d get sick to my stomach. As academics became more difficult and as “social status” became increasingly important, my anxiety grew stronger and therefore, more apparent to me.

I began experiencing unbearable chronic pain and numbness in my extremities. I didn’t know what was causing it and couldn’t find a pattern. I journaled every time I felt it to help track what might’ve triggered the pain, but there was no recurring theme: It wasn’t my diet, the temperature, or my fitness.

I saw every doctor and neurologist in Rhode Island to find a cause for it. My pediatrician was convinced it was nerve damage. I had ENG tests, needling, vertigo tests, and blood tests monthly. Nobody diagnosed it for 4 years and I had to deal with the discomfort practically every day.

I thought it’d never be resolved, but as the saying goes, sometimes things have to get worse before they can better.

I took a psychology course in high school and one of the vocabulary terms in our textbook was “conversion disorder.” As soon as I read it, I ran over to my professor and asked her more about it. Conversion disorder is when a psychological trigger weighs so heavily on your mind (i.e. stresses you out) that it manifests itself physically in the form of numbness, blindness, and paralysis.

Bingo, that’s me! Fast forward a year and I’m at Emerson College. Mental health was discussed every day there. (Art schools, am I right?). It was at college that I realized I had anxiety, but it was also there that everything got worse.

Aside from the general stresses of college: classes, internships, adjusting to a new city, making new friends, and living alone, I had broken my ankle the second day of college. (Skateboards, man…) It was a painful 6-month recovery. It was also at college where I learned first-hand about sexual assault, sexual harassment, and PTSD. It was the perfect storm.

I had my first anxiety attack when a boy I liked tried to put his hand up my shirt. (It was consensual, I was just triggered.)

I saw a therapist for a while to help with PTSD, but the anxiety attacks continued.

My second attack was when I was crossing the street towards my classes. At first the world went sideways, then I couldn’t breathe, then I couldn’t see, and then I nearly fainted on the cross walk. I stumbled into a cafe, grabbed an ice tea and drank it. Everybody told me I was dehydrated and I figured they must be right. Now that I think about it, I definitely didn’t pay for that iced tea…

The third instance was when I was walking into a Banana Republic in my hometown. I lost my breath, lost my eyesight, and started uncontrollably crying. My mother had to put down the navy cardigan she was eyeing and take me outside.

It continued like this for a while. My body would uncontrollably shake when I’d enter a party. People would ask me if I was cold or why my leg was shaking so much, and I’d make something up along the lines of I drank too much coffee or I should’ve worn a jacket.

I became infamous for canceling plans to meet old friends for coffee or to meet new friends for drinks. Staying in just seemed so much less stressful. I stopped driving altogether, too. I never liked it to begin with, but the idea of driving when I could have an anxiety attack at any time was too dangerous.

Crossing the street, going to class, conducting an interview, walking in front of a crowd, calling somebody on the phone, or even attending family parties caused my limbs to go numb, my heart to race, and my breath to shorten. I even gave myself bloody arms and legs from nervously scratching.

This January, I finally decided I needed help. Yoga wasn’t working, meditating was too hard, and exercise wasn’t feasible with my ankle. I needed reinforcements.

Enter: Meds.

After a series of blood tests measuring my off-the-charts cortisol levels (aka my stress hormone), my doctor concluded that my stress levels (from the moment I woke up!) were high enough to warrant medication.

So I took a minor psychological exam and the doctor prescribed me 5mg of Lexapro and diagnosed me with generalized anxiety disorder and social anxiety. (No surprise there.)

I learned that anxiety manifests itself in many ways. Sometimes it’s a headache or an upset stomach. Sometimes it’s a loss of appetite or increase in appetite in the form of binge eating. And sometimes it shows itself externally: hair loss, breakouts, skin rashes, and more.

Having experienced all those symptoms, I knew the medication was a good idea. But it’s not easy making that decision.

Taking pills does not mean you are weak. You are one tough motherf**ker. You’ve fought through the most trying of mental circumstances and now you’re choosing to survive and overcome it.

I didn’t see that at first, but I see that now. The side-effects of anxiety meds (nausea, mood swings, possibility of weight gain) made me want to quit, but I stuck it out for 4 weeks. I didn’t feel any differently, though. I started a new job and was having anxiety attacks on the shuttle to work, in the office bathroom, and on the street corner where everybody takes their smoke breaks.

Then I went to Vegas. I need a vacation. Yet, the utterly overwhelming city triggered an anxiety attack followed by me passing out at the concierge desk. The EMTs at the Palazzo Hotel laughed and told me Welcome to the Nevada heat. Make sure you’re drinking water!

I called my doctor later that week.

Make it 10mg.

And it worked, now here I am. Happy, healthy, and six months without a nervous breakdown. (There was one day where I felt one creeping, but I fought my way out of it.)

Here’s the thing:

Often, anxiety can lead to depression and other disorders and problems, so it’s important to tackle it head on and spread awareness so that others do the same.

I wish I told my friends and family sooner about my anxiety because I think my life would have been easier. Today, all my friends and family are trained on how to pull me out of an attack. They understand if I need to step outside for some air. They know I’ll get nauseous if I don’t take my pill on a full stomach and they don’t get mad when I cancel plans (which is less often, but still a thing I do). My life is better on meds and it’s better now that I’m open and honest about it all.

If you’re struggling with ANYTHING, my advice is to see your doctor & tell your your friends and family.

It’s hard enough dealing with it everyday, don’t make things worse by keeping it a secret. Besides, maybe sharing your story will make somebody else feel less alone. Because what I learned recently is that I’m far from alone.

That’s basically what I hope this blog post does for somebody else. Anxiety isn’t an isolated occurrence, it’s a tumultuous journey and it will shape you as a person, but it does not control you.

Now it’s your turn. Tell me your stories, ask me any questions, or tell me if there’s something I should include in this article that I’ve forgotten to include.

Let’s break the taboo.

Where I Shop, Why I Shop, How I Shop

My Instagram followers have been asking me about where I shop, so here I am, breaking it all down for you guys.

First of all, I think that we (the general consumer culture) shop too much. Fast fashion stores like Zara, Primark, and H&M have created a culture of the “Friday night outfit.” This is when you go shopping for an inexpensive dress so that you have something new to wear for a party, but then you never wear it again, it falls apart, or you replace it with another one the next week.

This isn’t how I shop, though. I prefer quality over quantity and outfit repeating isn’t social suicide, it’s my normal. When I shop, I invest, therefore I only make purchases about once a month. I’d rather have a small wardrobe of reliable and timeless pieces than a large wardrobe of poorly made, trendy clothes.

So here’s where I shop:

I work at Rue La La and Gilt, which are off-price designer retailers. This is where I can get some of my favorite designer items at discounted prices. It takes a lot of hunting because these sites change their inventory multiple times a day, but it’s so worth it when you find what you want for less money.

Sweater & shoes from Allsaints; vintage Lee Jeans from L Train Vintage; belt bag from & Other Stories

If I’m looking for a pair of shoes, my go-to is Gucci and All Saints. They have the most reliable and beautiful leather goods and incredibly comfortable shoes. My black Gucci Brixton loafers and Princetown slippers are some of the best investments I’ve ever made. Also, I’ve bought the same pair of combat boots from All Saints twice because of how much I loved them.

I also love All Saints for dresses and sweaters. Their quality of clothing is great and their designs are edgy and sexy.

Reformation dress

If you look at my Instagram you will see that a large portion of my wardrobe is from Reformation. Ref is a California-based environmentally-friendly, ethical clothing manufacturer. Everything they create has just the right balance of sex appeal and timeless style (think: silk dresses with high slits, or sun dresses with open backs). I love how I can buy a plain, modest LBD from them but just how the dress falls and moves on the body, I will immediately feel confident.

Lastly, since Natacha Ramsay-Levi became the creative director of Chloé a year ago, I’ve been obsessed with their inventory and splurged on a pair of white Rylee boots. The quality of Chloé is divine and the style is a perfect mix of Parisian-meets-Western-meets Cate Blanchett from Ocean’s 8. It’s a very empowering look.

When I’m searching for my next purchase, I like to scroll through Moda Operandi, Net-a-Porter, and Man Repeller for inspiration. Otherwise, I just head to a thrift store.

If you have any more questions for me feel free to comment below or message me on Instagram @miazarrella.

Examining the “I Really Don’t Care Do U?” Jacket Fiasco

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I’ve written about FLOTUS Melania Trump’s attire before. The first time was her powder blue Ralph Lauren Inauguration suit. Everything from the choice of an American designer to her Jackie Kennedy-inspired aesthetic demonstrated that Melania was trying to convey the image of American royalty (an image Jack & Jackie had accomplished). It was strategic, as many of her outfits have been. She wore Ralph Lauren that day because she recognized the importance of wearing an American designer as she and her husband were sworn in as the leading family of the free world. It was incredibly calculated.

That’s why I struggle to believe that the jacket she wore to the Upbring New Hope Children’s Shelter, a Texas detention center for undocumented minors, doesn’t mean anything.

At least that’s what her spokesperson Stephanie Grisham claims. When Melania boarded her plane to Texas she was photographed in a $39 spring/summer 2016 collection Zara jacket emblazoned with the saying: ‘I really don’t care, do u?”, and the public was outraged.

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According to Bustle, “Grisham denies that there was any message behind FLOTUS’ jacket in an email to Bustle, writing, ‘It’s just a jacket. There was no hidden message. After today’s important visit to Texas, I hope the media isn’t going to choose to focus on her wardrobe. (Much like her high heels last year.)'”

Oh, Stephanie, there is a message, though. According to The Washington Post, at least 2,300 children have been displaced and separated from their parents since the Administration’s “zero tolerance” immigration policy- a policy which President Trump later changed his mind about as nonchalantly as one changes their mind about ordering a soup instead of a salad. Therefore the message we are getting from your jacket is that you simply don’t care about the traumatized children you’re visiting. It’s not “hidden,” it’s blatant.

Fashion DOES mean something which is why politicians have been using style for years to subliminally communicate with the world. Do we have to mention Hillary Clinton’s power suits and strategic use of the color white, a hue associated with the suffragette movement and purity? Or what about Barack Obama’s dad jeans that proved he was “one of us”? Or what about Michelle Obama’s affinity for J. Crew that showed she didn’t need expensive labels? Oh, oh! And let’s not forget how Meghan Markle’s wedding veil featured hand-sewn tributes to all 53 countries in the Commonwealth.

Clothing is a way to speak without using our voices. In this digital age, a photo really does speak a thousand words, so we can’t afford to make reckless outfit decisions. In our FLOTUS’ case, her jacket spoke volumes. It said, “I don’t care about these traumatized families.” Yet, we could argue it actually says, “I don’t care enough to think.”

Maybe the FLOTUS didn’t take a second to think about her outfit decision on this important day, but that would be dumbfounding. This event follows her visit to Houston after Hurricane Harvey destroyed a nearby city. That day she was scrutinized and attacked by the public for wearing stilettos to the site. (She later changed into white tennis shoes, but the public frenzy had already broken out.) So it baffles me to assume she just “didn’t think” about the green parka’s message. After all, she did wear sneakers on this Border visit, so she learned something from past mistakes.

Perhaps our FLOTUS thought wearing an outdated jacket from a fast fashion company would make her relatable (like Michelle). Perhaps she thought it was practical for the day and would go along well with her Stan Smiths, which she remembered to wear this time. Perhaps she thought it was appropriate because it was casual. And even though she put all of this thought into those gritty details, she didn’t take the time to read the fine print. Literally. And that’s what has us all shocked.

It must be difficult having to pretend to care all the time.

Side note: I don’t believe, as the President has tweeted, that this is a message to the “Fake News Media,” nor do I believe the conspiracy theory that her jacket is a middle-finger to her husband.

Fashion, meet Music.

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If you can listen to music & read at the same time, tap here for my Spotify playlist that goes along with this post. 

Fashion holds up a mirror to our culture. It’s a reflection of our society’s goals, values, interests, and standards. Style– as in personal style which is not solely influenced by the industry’s trends– is a reflection of that person’s values and interests— and that includes music.

That being said, my outfit here says: “I wish I was a Highwayman,” and well, I do.

The Highwaymen have been described as “The Mount Rushmore of Country Music.” Comprised of solo artists Mr. Johnny Cash, Mr. Waylon Jennings, Mr. Willie Nelson, and Mr. Kris Kristofferson, the Highwaymen was a joining of forces in 1985. This grouping is comparable to Marvel’s “The Defenders” or when the “Suite Life of Zach and Cody” and “Hannah Montana” did an episode together.

I’m a big fan of old country music. If you were to ask me if could have dinner with anybody dead or alive, I’d say Johnny Cash. And if you were to look at my Spotify history you’d see I’ve been on a Waylon Jennings kick for three weeks (and counting). However, I’ve never worn anything country-inspired (after all, I do live in the Northeast). I first saw this “Waylon on Tour” belt buckle on Johnny Knoxville, another self-proclaimed country music fan and personal hero of mine. The Chloé boots are a new addition to my wardrobe and I believe I was so drawn to them because of my new appreciation for country & western themes. (Not to mention: These boots look incredible on bare legs, which has always been a huge struggle of mine while boot shopping.) So even though I’ve never considered myself a country girl, my music taste has undoubtedly affected my wardrobe, and this isn’t the first time.

When I’m in deep with a band or musician, I become so enamored with their style that I find ways to incorporate it into my daily looks. Whether it’s a band T that I style with trousers and a blazer, or something more subtle like western-inspired ankle boots, the music I listen to has helped me shape my wardrobe.

Here’s the outfit breakdown:

The button-down is an old piece from Madewell. The shorts are my mother’s Gap shorts from 25 years ago (gotta love vintage). The bamboo handle purse is thrifted. The belt buckle is Waylon Jennings tour merchandise (available online still). The sunnies are Ray Ban and the boots are Chloé (both still available for purchase).

My Street Style Interview with Boston Magazine

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My Aesthetic Conundrum


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I captioned this photo “Italian Vogue circa 1959” because A.) I thought it was funny and B.) I had (rather unintentionally) styled myself in vintage-inspired pieces. The result: This 1950s-era European swim look. From the checkered tin lunchbox (which is a TJ Maxx purchase by the way!) to the straw hat and one-piece, I had transformed into a new retro Mia, as opposed to my usual modern grunge look.

Something I’ve always grappled with is the idea of looking like a certain aesthetic. I used to get embarrassed if a label was attached to me. In high school and college, I was oh-so creatively called “biker chick” and “Grease lightning” because I wore a leather jacket. I used to think people thought I was pretending to be somebody else, which has never been the case. Yet, that’s not to say that I didn’t draw style inspiration from models and movies during my formative years.

In this age of personal branding, I thought it was important to have one clear-cut aesthetic. Some influencers are Parisian chic, while others are goth, and they hardly dabble outside of those style genres. I no longer believe that that is how it has to be. I now have a new perspective on embodying different aesthetics and personas in my wardrobe choices.

I believe that fashion (and style) is derivative, so all designers and fashion icons are influenced by preexisting or historic styles and designs. So, why can’t I be? I’m finally letting myself delve into different style tribes from punk and Parisian to retro and minimalist, as long as my persona and individual style is still there at the core.

So go ahead, call me Sandy.

Style Breakdown:

The swim suit is a one piece with a lovely cutout from Reformation. I bought this straw hat from a street vendor on Long Beach Island, but TJ Maxx has an almost identical version right now. And the shoes are White Mountain espadrilles that feel like sneakers (seriously, I once walked 9 miles in them while on holiday).


A Nostalgic Exhibition of Fashion’s First Magazine

The Fashion and Textile Museum’s Winter 2017/18 display celebrates the 150th anniversary of the world’s first fashion magazine, Harper’s Bazaar. The archive of issues spans from its birth in the 1800s to now, a time where print magazines struggle to bring in readers and revenue.

By Mia Zarrella


Until January 21, the Fashion and Textile Museum will take you back in time to the 1800s when the world’s first fashion magazine was created, Harper’s Bazaar.

This year marks the 150th anniversary of Bazaar and the Fashion and Textile Museum has created an extensive showcase of notable archived issues.

To reach the display, travel through a vast exhibition of photography by Louise Dahl-Wolfe, a famous Harper’s Bazaar photographer and a pioneer of female fashion photography. Then follow the stairwell towards the Fashion Studio and enter the exhibition titled, “The First and Last Word in Fashion.”

Harper’s Bazaar has featured every fashion icon from Twiggy to Princess Diana to, yes, even the Kardashians. Despite its age, the magazine remains current, keeping up with current news and trends and remaining a powerful editorial voice in fashion media. That is why the Fashion and Textile Museum created this time capsule: to grant visitors the chance to look back at magazine issues from a time many cannot begin to imagine.

The exhibition starts at the magazine’s launch in New York in 1867. Issues produced by the first editor, multilingual U.S. journalist and suffragette Mary Louise-Booth, hang on the wall to the left of the entryway. Her legacy is followed by successors such as the legendary Carmel Snow and current editors like the USA’s editor Glenda Bailey and the UK’s Justine Picardie.

Founded by NY–based publishing company, Harper & Brothers, the magazine was intended to be “A repository of fashion, pleasure, and instruction,” says Harper’s Bazaar’s website.

Seeing these 12 intelligent, creative, and driven editors on the walls is an empowering moment for women everywhere. And as this room follows the showcase of another inspirational female figure, Louise Dahl-Wolfe, the exhibit unsurprisingly drew in many female visitors.

At one point, a group of older women meander through the exhibit and after a long period of silence they begin discussing how “[the younger] people don’t read paper magazines anymore” and how “everything is digital.”


As the yellowed, aged newsprint and illustrated covers of old issues gradually mature into a symphonic feast of vibrant, high-def photography and glossy pages of modern day fashion, it’s disconcerting to think that this medium could be dying.

That’s when the exhibition title transforms into a morbid innuendo.

“The First and Last Word in Fashion.” Is this an exhibit or is it a funeral?

Emotions are running high for magazine-lovers, these days. Conde Nast’s youth fashion magazine, Teen Vogue, has declared that after rebranding its content, resizing the magazine, and reducing its distribution to four times a year, the magazine is halting their print product and moving to online only.

Teen Vogue isn’t the only magazine making cuts, either. GQ, Glamour, Allure, Architectural Digest, Bon Appétit, W and Condé Nast Traveler, have all reduced their frequency, some more than others.

The cuts are in light of a reduced revenue stream as less people are buying print magazines and less advertisers are putting their ads into print. Instead, everybody is looking to read and invest in online media.

According to a Business of Fashion article from this November, “The first two quarterly editions of Teen Vogue averaged 22,590 single-copy sales, versus an average of 47,689 per issue in the first half of 2015. As of October, Teen Vogue’s average monthly unique visitors for the year were 8.27 million, up from 1.4 million when Picardi took over the site in April 2015.”

Though this appears like the right decision for Teen Vogue, how many other magazines will follow? And what will be the impact of more magazines switching to digital?

In another 100 years, will magazines be an artifact people gawk at in museums and at flea markets? Will they be regarded the same way as cassette tapes and flip phones?

It’s hard to imagine a world where a newspaper isn’t skimmed while riding the subway or where teenagers aren’t flipping through magazines in bed. Digital is the future and there is no arguing that, yet, some people will always prefer thumbing through a magazine, doggy-earring their favorite articles, and taping their favorite pages onto their lockers or bedroom wall.  

The way we receive news is changing as quickly as news itself. And there’s no saying what magazines will be like in another century, or even in another 20 years. Yet, fashion media will live on, whether it is transmitted by newsprint or cell phone screens, allowing readers to always hear the last word.

Channeling Waterfalls at Chanel

Exploring the waterfall motif at the Chanel Spring/Summer 2018 Ready-to-Wear Show

By Mia Zarrella

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At Chanel’s Spring/Summer 2018 Ready-to-Wear show, attendees entered the Grand Palais in Paris and found themselves at the Gorges du Verdon in France. It was difficult to believe that the floor-to-ceiling waterfall flowing behind a winding bridge surrounded by serene greenery was just a set.

As the first model stepped onto the catwalk, 16-year-old  Kaia Gerber, daughter of American supermodel Cindy Crawford, the show’s theme became clear, quite literally.

The models were dressed in transparent plastic knee-high boots, plastic hoods and hats, and long plastic gloves. Other models wore swimsuits and billowing blue and white dresses with designs reminiscent of clouds, blue skies, and waterfalls. Even the classic Chanel two-piece knit suits were elegantly fringed and embellished with glittering threads to mimic the glimmer of cascading water.

Despite the graceful designs, models resembled unhappy, rebellious debutantes on their way to have afternoon tea with Grandma. Their heavy blue eyeshadow and black eyeliner resembled war paint and their expressions were fierce and pouty.




It was extravagant, yes. Is this new for Lagerfeld? No. Last season’s Space Odyssey show showcased models in metallic garments. The season before that, models strutted through what looked like a mainframe computer wearing Stormtrooper-meets-Daft Punk helmets. So, extravagance is expected with Lagerfeld. Yet, the intention behind his shows is up for interpretation.  

In a Vogue US interview, Lagerfeld said, “I don’t make explanations of what I design. I am not a philosopher who leaves notes on seats. You watch; you can see what you want.”

This runway was more than just an ode to waterfalls. Presented just after Hurricane Maria and Hurricane Irma’s devastating effects on Puerto Rico and Florida, this collection celebrated both the beauty of water and its ferocity.  

The models’ dramatic, war-painted eyes, the glaring stares, and borderline snarls, were daunting too.  Wearing the dreamiest of dresses and lightest of pastels, models stood strong, and glared into the camera, as if to say: “Don’t mess with me.”

In a Fashion Network article, Lagerfeld is quoted saying, “There is no life in the world without water.”

Climate change is becoming an increasingly discussed topic, as well as an increasingly vital threat. In order to keep the world inhabitable long enough for our children, our children’s children, and so on, there needs to first be a greater appreciation for nature. The child model in this runway show reminds us of who will be living with the messes that today’s adult generation leaves behind.  

Perhaps those “Don’t mess with me” looks translate as “Don’t mess with nature.”


A Demonstration of Britishness at Burberry



By Mia Zarrella

England’s most iconic brand is provoking Brits to take a deeper look at their capital’s culture. Inside the Old Sessions House at 7 p.m. on September 16, Burberry’s Autumn/Winter ‘17 collection was a far cry from the billowing Victorian ruffled blouses and tassled blazers from last year’s A/W show. Instead, Burberry’s collection borrows fashion queues from the working class and the posh, creating a gritty representation of what it means to be a Brit.

A spectrum of Britishness, which Burberry CEO Christopher Bailey and collaborator Gosha Rubchinskiy strived for in their designs, was demonstrated outside of the runway show, as well.

Swarms of people gathered outside of the building’s entrance covered in fake blood holding stuffed animals covered in red dye to show their distaste for Burberry’s use of animal fur. Protesters held signs that read “Compassion before Fashion” as they chanted “Shame on London Fashion Week,” all while blaring an audio recording of animals squealing while being slaughtered for their fur.

Because of the demonstration’s aggressive nature, attendees like Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, and other industry professionals, were escorted into the show by policemen in neon green reflecting jackets. Some guests were spat on, others were shamed for their outfits through a megaphone. The protest stripped the high-profile event of its glamour and instead depicted the dissonance between the fashion world and everybody else.

Inside, attendees couldn’t escape the grit of the streets. Instead, taking influences from the upper class, the working class, and “chav” fashion, Bailey’s female models wore Burberry-tartan caps, colorful transparent trench coats, and argyle socks with bold heels. One model wore a pink, drawstring jersey skirt with gold heels, pink argyle socks, and a tartan hat, while on multiple occasions female and male models displayed their bare chests underneath their trenchcoats.

The collection represents a combination of past and present Britain, posh and chav, and so did the set design. Photographs of 20th century Britain by photographers like Brian Griffin and Roger Mayne hung on the walls in the bare rooms of the Old Sessions House. These images, which inspired Bailey’s collection, were selected with the help of photographers and curators Alasdair McLellan and Lucy Kumara. The exhibit, which is still available for viewing, depicts documentary photographs of cultural events and various social classes in England.

In an on-camera interview last week, Bailey told UK Vogue Editor in Chief Edward Enninful that this A/W collection was exploring “the difference facets of what Britishness means.”

Bailey said, “The new collection is a little bit of an eclectic mix of everything that I love about Britishness: the highs, the lows, opulence, the working class, the difference sides of ceremonies, of pomp, and traditions, and fashion and clothes through the ages.”

As the show commenced on Friday evening, inside the top level window of the Old Sessions House, in the glowing yellow light, a man in a tailored suit looked down upon the swarms of protesters outside raging against the fashion industry. Meanwhile, inside at the catwalk, the most glamorous in the industry snapped photos of styles evoking Britain’s distinct cultural and social influences.

The most blatant distinction that night, however, was between those inside the runway show and those on the outside.


Boston Magazine’s Fall Fashion Feature: “Cut and Paste”

Head Stylist: Abby Bielagus
Assistant Stylist: Mia Zarrella

For this photoshoot, I assisted the head stylist with all facets of the photoshoot, including pulling clothing from over two dozen high end retailers, organizing the styling closet, steaming and preparing the clothes, dressing the models, monitoring the photoshoot, putting together new looks during the photoshoot, and even assisting the photographer in directing the model’s poses when needed.

View more styling from the fall fashion shoot at Bostonmagazine.com. Photo by Toan Trinh, styling by Abby Bielagus, modeling by Martine Fox/Q Models, and assistant styling by Mia Zarrella. OUTFIT CREDITS: Coach 1941 “Daisy” shearling jacket, $2,500, Coach; “Mash Up” cotton T-shirt, $175, Marc Jacobs; Céline corduroy pants, $1,050, Barneys New York; “Marchapp” leather-and-suede boots, $995, Christian Louboutin.

Click here to view the fall fashion spread online.