Since I Know Nothing of Fashion.

I'm writing a story. You guys probably know of it, seeing that I posted a little expert from it on my blog. I finally, after all my years of writing, make a young (fourteen), pretty, fashion obsessed character. She's the little sister of the main character James. She's precocious and has like five pairs of Louboutins thanks to her mother's friend's connections all over the world.

Since I know nothing about fashion and only get my information about fashion from my Grey Ghost, what do I do with Edith-Paul Frances Glore? I send her away to Paris for a year with the fifty-two-year old poet from France that she has a huge crush on because she's going to intern for Chanel (I try to be as far fetched as I can when creating fashionable characters. Isn't that what fashion is all about? A fantasy world? Something that teases you with a simple design and a hefty price tag?). Why? Because I know music. I know art. I wish I knew fashion. But I don't. I know what looks good, I know what is to die for. But other than that, I'm clueless.

Just wanted to mention that. I really like that character. She reminds me of me when I was her age, minus the insanely gorgeous wardrobe. I always went for the guys waay too old for me and I was always a favorite of all the gay men that work in the jewelry industry (my mom sells fancy watches to rich fucks on Chicago's equivalent to 5th Ave.). I just was pushing myself with making her so fashionably aware that I frightened myself and sent her to France. Fashion isn't my forte. My usual outfit is skinny jeans, converse, motorcycle jacket, sunglasses and a band t-shirt. Not an Alexander Wang t-shirt, insane high heels, tight leather pants (Though I do have a pair I wear with a turtle neck and a blazer) and a Chanel purse.

Heres the expert from my story that describes Edith, "Edith, like the rest of the family was lanky and tall. She had dishwater blonde hair she wore to her chin with bangs. She had big, big navy blue eyes. She still had freckles sprinkled across her nose. She was pale, and I don't think ever had a zit. She had my mother's mouth, cheekbones, and nose. She always dressed stylishly. She kept up to date with all of the trends. I'm shocked that boy said no to her." Edith also collects fur coats and action figures. She's the only one in the family that is allowed to call James "Jimmy."

What do you guys think of Edith?