The Normcore Invasion

{Wearing: Rebel Tee: Blush. Shorts: Mossimo. Booties: Steve Madden. Sunnies: Italia Independent. Braid: Blo Midtown Miami. Photographed by Milly Jane Harris. Normcore photographed by me.}

The one, most-disturbing trend I kept seeing over and over again at NYFW was the normcore phenomenon. I find it disturbing because, well, I like my bra and undies, polish and lipstick and handbag and shoes to match, sometimes all at the same time. Maybe it’s my vintage girl tendencies. Maybe it’s my love of fashion. Maybe it’s my sense of taste, but normcore I am not. Dressing like I don’t care just isn’t in my blood. Nevertheless, fashion trends come and go, so let’s take a look at this one, shall we? But before we do, however, these pics of me above, this is about as “normcore” as I’m ever going to get and like my shirt says, it’s more punk than normcore, really. And that’s A-OK with me.

According to Wikipedia, Normcore is described as ” a unisex fashion trend characterized by unpretentious, average-looking clothing. It basically looks like you have the worst hangover on earth and have decided to venture outside of your house. Or, you’re in college and have the worst hangover on earth and picked up whateve you found on the floor. The term combines the words “normal” and “hardcore.” And Apparently, robes are no longer for covering up your skivvies. They’re the effortless icing on top of careless clothes. And like with other normcore tendencies: wrinkles equal extra points, while worn-out shoes catapult you straight into the normcore hall of fame.

What’s that you say? Your robe is dirty (which might very well also be a part of the normcore trend). Not a problem, just slip into your mechanic jumpsuit. Be sure to add socks that don’t go with the shoes you are wearing, too.

I’m pretty sure these shoes are from 1986, and I’m pretty sure that’s the point. This used to be what moms threw on when they were late getting their kids to school. Now, it’s fashion.

These shoes aren’t normcore per say, but they are well, yugly. The black cape atop—samesies. The Valentino Rockstuds in the background, well, its like when you put a penny next to something to show size reference. Only here it’s ugh factor.

You can thank me for this out-of-focus picture. Getting the focus right might have burned your retinas. It’s bad pattern on bad pattern on worse pattern. And the same goes for the guy in the back. Apparently, wearing everything you owned from the ’80s all at one time is also highly normcore. But hey, to each his own.

Wrinkles, tourist sandals and socks. On purpose.

And there you have it, normcore. Count me out.