Page 2-The Michigan Daily-Fall Fashion -October 22, 1992
Fashion sense, I think, is
something you are born with. My
sister, my cousin, my grandmother
- they all had fashion sense.
But when the fashion stork got
to my incubator, I think it missed
the tag. Let's just say that with
respect to fashion, I'm kind of
clueless. From cotton to Cashmere,
from plaid to paisley, I'm lost in the
land of the fashion faux pas.
Why, then, is it logical for me to
be the Daily's fashion editor? Good
question. I guess I thought it would
be sort of fun. Working with
models, being artsy - you know,
that kind of stuff. But if I was going
to continue on with this charade, I
was going to have to come up with
a plan. And I came up with a
I fudged it - as far as fashion
sense goes - as long as I could.
Interviewing the models, we
asked questions whose theme could
be described best as "fashion and
you." Like "What is your favorite
(blank)?" or "What would you wear
I figured ifI knew nothing about
fashion, maybe some of the models
could help. They did.
But, when my faithful assistant
Carrie (who knows significantly
more about fashion than I do) and I
went to pick out clothes, it became
painfully clear that I couldn't fudge
it any more.
Me? I was spouting off about
"What do you think we could do
with this?" and similar questions,
phrased vaguely in order to give the
appearance that I was asking some
intelligent question when in reality
we all knew - Carrie, the store
clerks and I - that I was out of my
The one time I went shopping
without Carrie, I sort of looked
around with a vacant stare while
the model engaged with the clerk in
an enlightened discussion about...
well I was too busy looking around
and I didn't notice.
After I while, I figured I'd just
shut up and let the fashions fall
where they may.
Once, though, I went with one
of the models to get her clothes for
a shoot later that day. She came up
with the brilliant observation -
and it was brilliant - that I did not
enjoy shopping at all.
Was I that transparent? I was the
fashion editor, and I had neither a
knack for fashion nor a love for
shopping? If this got out I could be
Fortunately I was able to keep it
under wraps and get on with
business. But the more we did, the
more I was standing quietly off to
the side with that vacant stare.
Before the photo shoots, I had
these grandiose visions about what
shots I wanted and how they were
going to work - believe you me,
they were going to look spectacular.
But when we were actually
shooting, the photographers had a
vastly different idea of what they
wanted to do and what would.look
good. It's a good thing I listened -
you can see inside how good
everything came out.
Anyway, the point I'm trying to
make here is that all of the people
who worked on this issue - the
models, the photographers, and
Carrie - ought to be inducted into
some hall of fame somewhere. If not
for the great work they did, then at
least for dealing with someone who
is as fashionally-challenged as I am.
I hope all of you who are reading
this issue will find it enjoyable. We
made a conscious effort to feature
diverse cultural backgrounds - in
our models and in our clothing. The
campus is not homogeneous, people
wear different things, and we
wanted to reflect that. I think we
Also, you might note that this is
a fall fashion issue. Well, not
everything in the issue is exactly
warm, or related to the fall theme. If
you don't believe me, ask the
models who froze in the 30-degree
weather wearing out-of-season
clothing. Hey, the weather's been
crazy this year. Who knows if
December will be as hot as July was
If I have anything to say about
fashion, though, it's break the rules.
Hell, I break most of them every
Nothing is black or white.
- Andrew Levy
BLACK OR WHITE
FALL FASHION 1992