Doina Ciobanu at a launch party in London. Photograph: David Benett
Ive always been fascinated by the journalists I find at manner week. I like how serious they seem. They are in their own world, while Im talking to my followers on my two telephones. Were both working, but I feel like Im likely having more fun. I love print journalism; I love to feel a publication in my hands; I know some people think its irrelevant these days, but I really hope that is not the case.
The Guardians manner team asked me to make like a journalist and wear one simple outfit, rather than get changed between the depicts. That was a freeing: no desperate rushed to discover somewhere to change. I even had time to buy a coffee.
At the Julien Macdonald reveal, it felt very strange to be taking notes, rather than pictures. Its such a tight space on the front row that a notebook and pen were useless. As soon as the clapping had finished, I rushed backstage, as instructed, to grab a quote. Macdonald was friendly, but I was in a crush of other journalists, everyone is muscling in, trying to congratulate him or ask questions. I had to manage all that, and say something intelligent, and take notes, too. Its very different from meeting a decorator as an influencer, when Ill kiss them on the cheek and tell, I love your clothes, and theyll tell, You look beautiful, and thats it.
I wrote the review on my phone, while walking down the street between depicts. It was stressful. Im used to writing one thing quickly on Instagram; I dont need to give that a lot of think. But a lot of people are going to read this, and theres an additional layer of stress that comes from knowing that its the Guardian.
My next assignment, an Emilia Wickstead report, was harder. We were short of time, so I didnt go backstage to speak to her and had to come up with an analysis on my own. It was the end of the day, I was hungry, I was tired, my brain wasnt running. I started writing the piece on the way home; the deadline seemed impossibly soon and I was anxious to make it good.
I analyse political science and history, so I love understanding the cause of events. Being a journalist for a day gave me a chance to flex those analytic muscles; as an influencer, you simply look at what seems good on people, what you think people would like. Id love to use my brain more in that way in the future, by getting more involved in activism, use my following for good. But I wouldnt be a journalist. Im an independent spirit. Usually, when Im working, Im the brand. As a journalist, its not about you.
Doinas Julien Macdonald review
All hail female empowerment. Or so indicated decorator Julien Macdonald backstage after successfully debuting his autumn/ wintertime 2017 collect.
Female empowerment, feminism and their ilk are the terms du jour for the manner set right now. New York fashion week devoted collect after collect where womens rights were the focus. But where New Yorks designers offered up feminism in the guise of slogan tees and underwear surely destined for fame as a hashtag, Macdonald construed it through his idea of a future where technology has such an impact on fashion that clothes are hit on demand, tailored to the shape of every individual girl.
For Macdonald that is, of course, a specific style of attire and a specific type of woman. One empowered, one confident. If feminism is a thread that runs through Macdonalds winter 2017 collect, its the same feminism that the likes of Emily Ratajkowski can be found celebrating: that a woman can express herself and her person at a time of her choose, Laura Mulveys male gaze be damned. Appropriate, then, that Ratajkowski has done much justice to Macdonalds designs before now.
Macdonald does a style and he does it well. His hallmark spiderweb garments are still to be found, but increasingly with straighter lines and alongside garments offering a sleeker and more futuristic vision. Macdonald told him that his inspiration was modern architecture, big cities[ and] the metropolis. His autumn/ wintertime 2017 may be inspired by a future landscape, but theres also an air of the imagined future that the likes of Fritz Lang once watched for us. Nostalgia, the current, and the future always go hand in hand.