When I first started reading The Style Rookie, Tavi Gevinson was a precocious 12-year-old who compiled exceptional mood boards and collages.
Since then she has developed into an eccentric and influential fashion icon, as well as an outspoken feminist.
My heart was warmed when Tavi went to high school, discovered riot grrrl, and started espousing the merits of fourth-wave feminism.
Although she is not the most critical writer, I appreciate how she vocally promotes the things that she loves.
She became particularly fixated on the now-defunct Sassy magazine.
Tavi spoke with Sassy‘s founding editor Jane Pratt and started her own online magazine. She incorporated the subversive spirit she channeled from the ’90s, and offers cultural commentary, feminist critique, and fashion tips to the current generation of socially awkward future power girls of America.
Since I came of age in the post-grunge cultural lacuna that was the late-’90s and early-2000s, Rookie Mag is just the kind of thing I wish I had when I was in high school.
Tavi’s recent talk at Ted x Teen is smart, encouraging everyone to be a work-in-progress, espousing that it’s ok to be “still figuring things out.” It takes guts to be this gawky, and a preternatural self-awareness to be wise about your own jejune youth.
(Needless to say, I fell into the opposite camp of dramatic self-loathing know-it-all teens.)
She recently turned 16 and coincidentally has gotten arrestingly beautiful.
Just watch her in this video for indie fashion designer Wren:
Her recent tutorial on how to do a two min. beehive caused an Internet fan sensation.
So thanks Tavi for striving each day to “strike a graceful balance between Liz Lemon and Stevie Nicks” (as she recently tweeted) and for being an arbiter of avant-garde taste for her generation. She gives hope to all of us cynical/cantankerous ones who might otherwise be compelled to write off “the youth of today.”
Her sweet sixteen party seems to have taken place inside the album art of an old Bikini Kill record.
Fangirl of a fangirl.
At no time in my life will the Mulleavy Sisters send me jackets to wear to Rodarte fashion shows, so I take vicarious pleasure in Tavi’s charmed existence.