WHAT DID ROSALÍA SAY AT FASHION WEEK???
Fashion, pop culture, and other things that probably didn’t require this much thought.
Welcome to Moody’s Point, a place for the things I’ve been thinking about all week that probably didn’t deserve this much brain power.
Fashion Week is happening. TikTok discovered something that already existed. Somebody wore something. Somebody else declared it dead. Mary-Kate and Ashley left the house. And naturally, I have thoughts.
Also, Rosalía did not say anything to me at Fashion Week. I just needed you to click.
Anyway.
IS IT TIME FOR OUR ANNUAL FALL PERSONALITY CHANGE?
Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen in New York City on Sept. 8, 2026. Ulices Ramales and Fernando Ramales/BACKGRID
Mary-Kate and Ashley stepped outside, which means somewhere, somebody just put a pair of the Row sandal shoes in their cart.
There’s something about September that makes us collectively decide the person we were all summer was embarrassing.
Suddenly I don’t want an iced latte anymore. I want black coffee.
I don’t want shorts. I want the Row’s $2000 t-shirt.
I don’t want to be the person who spent June through August sweating off his make-up at 10:00 am. I want to be mysterious. I want a giant bag. I want headphones with a cord. I want to look like I have somewhere important to be even though I am literally walking to get a $25 salad.
Every fall, without fail, we start imagining some completely fictional version of ourselves (going through a Gilmore Girls phase right now as well which has me buying books for decor as opposed to reading them).
She lives on the Upper East Side.
She reads.
She owns a vintage Alexander Wang. She smells like Elizabeth and James Nirvana perfume.
The funniest part is that nothing about us has actually changed. The temperature dropped six degrees.
You don’t need a new personality. You need a jacket.
NEW YORK FASHION WEEK IS HAPPENING.
I AM IN MY HOUSE.
Cult Gaia
Fashion Week has returned, which means everyone is running around Manhattan looking exhausted while pretending this is completely normal.
Meanwhile, I am at home.
And somehow still participating.
Because Fashion Week isn’t really confined to Fashion Week anymore. By the time somebody sits down at a show, I’ve already seen the outfit, the hotel room, the glam, the car ride, the invitation, what they ate beforehand and seventeen TikToks debating whether the collection is good.
We used to wait for magazines to tell us what happened (justice for Print).
Now somebody in row four has uploaded the finale before the designer has finished taking their bow.
And maybe that’s why Fashion Week feels so strange now. It’s simultaneously more accessible than it’s ever been and somehow more absurd.
You don’t have to be there to have an opinion.
Actually, judging by the internet, not being there may be a requirement for having the strongest opinion.
And somewhere in all of this, Gen Z is discovering another thing we already lived through.
Tommy prep is back.
Polos are back.
The giant bag is back.
The clothes we spent fifteen years being told were dated are slowly crawling out of our closets like, miss me?
I knew keeping everything would eventually pay off.
CAN WE JUST START DRESSING LIKE OURSELVES AGAIN?
I am becoming increasingly suspicious of the word trend.
Every four business days, TikTok informs me that something I own is dead.
Skinny jeans are dead.
Then they’re back.
Minimalism is dead.
Then everyone wants to dress like Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy.
Ballet flats are ugly.
Then ballet flats are $900.
And somewhere between microtrends, aesthetics, cores, eras and people announcing that a shoe has “had its moment,” I have a revolutionary proposition:
What if we just liked things?
Imagine.
No announcement.
No rebrand.
No three-minute TikTok explaining why your closet is entering a new era.
You see a weird shoe.
You like the weird shoe.
You wear the weird shoe.
This used to be called having personal style.
THINGS TIKTOK IS DOING WHILE I WAS BUSY HAVING A JOB
Image: Kim Kardashian via IG
This may need to become a permanent department of Moody’s Point because every time I open TikTok after approximately eight hours of being a functioning adult, society has apparently changed.
There’s a new aesthetic.
A celebrity has been canceled and uncanceled.
A beauty product I have owned for eleven years has been discovered.
Someone born in 2005 is explaining 2012 to me.
And a completely normal human behavior has been assigned a name ending in -maxxing.
I close the app for six hours and come back like someone’s grandmother.
What happened? Who is that? Why are we mad at her?
This is perhaps my favorite thing about being on the internet in my thirties.
I’m old enough to remember the original version of whatever we’re currently reviving, but young enough to participate in the revival.
Which means I get to watch someone discover something I wore in 2009 and explain its historical significance to me.
Thank you.
I was there.
ANYWAY…
That is everything I have decided is important this week.
Mary-Kate and Ashley made us want to change our personalities.
Fashion Week is happening whether you’re invited or sitting in your house.
TikTok has declared another perfectly good item dead.
And somewhere, someone is currently filming a video explaining why the thing you threw away in 2016 is about to become the biggest trend of 2027.
So buy the coat.
Wear the weird shoe.
Keep the giant bag.
And maybe stop changing your entire personality every time the leaves turn brown.
Or don’t.
I’ll probably have a completely different opinion next week.
See you at Moody’s Point.
