I’ve been ruminating as of late on what I mean by the term “modern traditionalist”. Truth be told, when this blog began I had a vastly different idea of what it meant. Much of that was an accumulation from the molten amalgamation of others’ ideas, of trends and of what I thought I was supposed to be. That has been a bit of a motif throughout my life, always trying to fit in with the crowd. I’d affix myself to a theme and take a barnacle’s journey through life. Not unexpectedly, it isn’t very gratifying.
And yet there are ephemeral flashes where the real modern traditionalist surfaces. A sudden gasp of air and she’s gone again. At times I fear I’ve lost her forever and then she arrives once more. Now I trust she’s here for good.
But who is she? She’s not twee or precious, two sisters who commonly get stirred up in a fit of possessiveness whenever “traditional” enters a room. She’s also not preppy, an equally domineering cousin. All of this bickering has caused “traditional” to have an identity crisis of her own. I’m not one for math, but maybe a simple equation is in order:
modern = the superficial (style & design)
traditional = the soul (behavior, hobbies, beliefs & passions)
modern + traditional = me
The best summation of this equation can be located in my profile, Elizabeth Bennet as styled by newly anointed Vogue Paris EIC, Emmanuelle Alt (astoundingly excited about Ms. Alt’s new position, but let’s remain focused, shall we?). For a more visual representation, imagine if this cool chick invited you to tea for which she baked all day and presented you with a hand-knit scarf upon leaving. She would be a modern traditionalist.