Wednesday, February 3


you know. sometimes, someone comes along who is just so awesome you want to shit.

they are filled to the brim with light and awesomeness and creativity and smartness and uniquability and personality and marketability and real and success that you just want to fall on your face with shame for being a lazy, conformist, grazing poopl.

usually these people are older than i am, and i console myself with the only thing i can:

they're almost dead anyway, so the fuck. they've had more time to accumulate awesomeness.

but then. i came across Tavi. Just the other day.

Tavi is 13 frikkin years old. She started blogging at the age of 11. ELEVEN. she blogs fashion - which i care little for - BUT she does it with such sass and voice. worse, she's unbelievably ... what's the word ... cultured. and clever.

Tavi at 11. ELEVEN.

here's what wiki says:

Tavi Gevinson is an American fashion blogger. She began her blog, “Style Rookie” on March 31, 2008 as a 11-year-old. Initially, her parents did not completely know what Tavi was doing until she asked for their permission to appear in an issue of New York Times magazine story. Since then, she has had as many as 50,000 readers.

While Gevinson describes herself as a “tiny 13 year old dork that sits inside all day wearing awkward jackets and pretty hats”,many look to her for style inspiration.In mid-2009, Gevinson partnered with the London-based Borders&Frontiers to design and sell her own t-shirt.

'tiny dork' indeed.

what life-time of experience does a pubescent have to be self-deprecating. YOU NEED REAL PAIN IN YOUR LIFE FOR THAT TAVI. REAL PAIN to be WRY about it eventually. this type of cool takes YEARS. YEARS. more than 20 at least.


when i started clicking through her blog, my mind raced and raced to explain this anomaly. was she a front? was it actually some much older, far less cute older sister/brother pulling the heart strings of fashionistas and japanese people the world over?

but no. there was nothing. it became clear she is actually that cool for really realz.

i was just about to melt into a puddle of self-loathing until a convo with jade made it clear what her secret is:

Jade: yes, 'Tavi' gave that away. But good point. over achievers
Me: they have that whole 'promise people' thing going for them with that yaweh dood
Jade: yes!
Me: promised people
Jade: she is Yaweh's puppet!
Me: i didn't pick up on the Tavi thing. damn. i must learn more about this god
Jade: the middle letters of his name are 'awe' short for 'awesome'
Jade: as in, if you follow him you shall be AWEsome
Me: I'm converting i must be a jew
Jade: is it too late to be circumcosed? *cised
Me: you need to have a peen for that
i will convert after dinner tonight

Jade: yes cheese and bacon burger first
Me: tomorrow i will be famous
Jade: or, you know, something non kosher veggies can eat
Me: i'm vegetarian - i'm halfway to famousness already. many famous poopl are veggies
Jade: excatly
Me: halfway
Jade: gimme the damn map

Tavi is now 13.

She talks about the Breakfast Club and references Marianne Faithful, Bob Dylan, Blondie and mag layouts from the 90s (she knows who kim gordon is. wtf.) with all the aplomb of association you'd expect from a thirty-something-year-old (read: me). She talks about her 'childhood closet' as if it was more than a month ago that she left the heady days of Grade 6.

she uses words like 'epiphany' and 'narcissistic' in their proper contexts.

i want to dislike her exquisitely 100% personality. i want to resent her so wonderfully immersed creativity.

but i just can't. she's just too awesome for that. so. onward and clickety click, plums - check her out here:

all pics, barring anna W, from tavi's site

i blame my parents.


Suki lock said...

That's it. I give up. No point in trying if ex-11-year-olds have internet access. It's too late for me, but at least my 1 year old still has a chance.

Gonna go eat a bacon and cheese burger now.

P.S. Told you today is one of those days. Crap.

dorothy said...

getting him blogging ASAP. i'm thinking he has be specific ... find his niche ya know ... get in with the crowd, make a name for himself by the age of six