Visual inspiration: Streetstyle fashion blogs

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Want some fashion inspiration? Stop buying Vogue. Fashion is what happens on the street. It's girls and boys like you and me with loads of creativity who love to dress up every day.

There are hundreds of blogs dedicated to 'street wardrobes' and several movements in its evolution. The first type of streetstyle fashion blog which really got an amazing amount of press was The Sartorialist {1}. After leaving a fashion sales position to take care of his daughter in 2005, Scott Schuman began carrying a digital camera around on the streets of New York City, taking pictures of people who had dressed in some way that caught his eye, and then posting them to his blog.

Then there were the themed fashion blogs, for example Cycle Chic for people on a bike {2}.

The third movement constituted city guides, not based on local food and shops but on style: Hoy Fashion for Liverpool, Facehunter for London, Streetpeeper for everywhere {3} and of course the magical Street Arena for Tokyo.

After this something shifted. People stopped taking photographs of other people and started taking pictures of their own everyday outfits. Amazing. There are thousands I could name here but my favourite must be The Hidden Seed of the lovely Elsa Mora {5}. Another favourite is more or less cheating...: weardrobe is an entire collection of private weardrobes of many lovely personal style bloggers. My favourite? Definitely Irene Adler {6}!

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