Trends stress me out and so does Timothy Chalamet. Give me my Beckett shoes back!!!

It’s January 16th, 2025, and the future doesn’t look so bright anymore — David Lynch has sadly left this dimension.

Where?

We might find out one day. All we can do now is cry, rewatch Mulholland Drive, and post about our love for David on Instagram. Please do remember to do so. Each one of you. One post. Mention, please, how much you adored David's work, even though you've only seen Twin Peaks, and only once. The topic is trending, guys. Let’s squeeze it like a lemon. You know what they say: when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Write an essay, create a video, just any content. Use the power of the algorithm to get more likes. Don’t let David’s death go to waste.

No but seriously — am I the only one seeing this? JUST LET THE POOR GUY REST IN PEACE. You can become famous just by showing your boobs. And if you want to show off to your friends how niche and cultured you are, all you have to do is wear Salomon XT-6s. Get yourself a flat white. Prove your superiority to Sambas.

What else is trending? I just felt a punch in my stomach, a disgust, as I said it. And no, not because I believe I’m too good for the mainstream. Or maybe I am. Only a privileged person has time to even notice and care for such frivolous aspects. But I can’t help it. I’m in a toxic relationship with social media, culture, and fashion. I hate it, but I can’t leave. Everyone wants to be here first. Everyone wants to be the coolest, the baddest, THE-THE-THE-THE. If I believed in democracy and equality, I would say, “Relax, all of you can be cool” — BUT NO, YOU CAN’T. Do people have genuine interests nowadays? Or does our society have ADHD-level attention spans and once the dopamine drops, we’re moving on to the next cool thing. Grab it, chew it, spit it out.

Two years ago I was visiting a vintage store and I saw them on the shelf — my teenage nemesis, the one I wanted but couldn’t afford: Isabel Marant Beckett sneakers. Pristine condition, just 40 euros. A friend of mine said, "They are super ugly." I know wedge sneakers are controversial. But the Becketts are not just a wedge sneaker. Their super-thick sole is reminiscent of boxer shoes. They make your legs look longer and work great with micro ruffled skirts. As I brought my pre-loved Becketts home, I thought to myself: Maybe nobody loves you anymore. Maybe they don’t remember. But I do. I will take care of you. I kept them like my little secret. A teenage dream that finally came true.

At the beginning of 2025, during a daily scroll through social media, I see a title:

"The Return of the Isabel Marant Wedge Sneaker"

I kid you not, I felt just as heartbroken as when David Lynch’s death was announced.

I remember when people used to say that fashion is vain. Back then, in 2009, it wasn’t true. Today, our entire world is. Being beautiful, rich, and famous are currencies stronger than the American dollar itself. We can’t get older. We can’t get poorer. We can’t go out of style. Can you see a hamster on a hamster wheel? Thousands. Millions. If you’re not on the radar, not popular enough, you’re pretty much dead.

Not like David. He is, and will be, eternal. You know why? Because he created something of value. He didn’t follow trends. He became one. He wasn’t trying to be influential — he simply was. Because he had real value to show: a passion, a talent, a gift. One touched by the hand of God.

Would he make it in Hollywood today, though? Or would he have to date a Kardashian for publicity? I don’t have anything against the Kardashians — I love SKIMS. But Timothée? Seriously? If it’s true love, then my claims are overruled. But if it’s publicity — then it’s the worst kind. I’m from the camp of people who thought Timothée was a serious actor. And now I see him as less serious. Or maybe I’m seeing him as who he always was — a privileged, talented kid, from the same background as all the other nepo babies.

Chanel has finally changed its creative director. And with Matthieu Blazy’s marketing/creative genuineness, everybody is on high alert and high hopes for the fashion house. I love Chanel. But not Virginie’s ugly red carpet Chanel. Or late Karl Lagerfeld's Chanel. I love 2005–2012 Karl’s era at Chanel. Sexy, cool, edgy. Big messy bags, maximalism, wavy hair, smoked eyeliner. Chanel double flap jumbo. Chanel was the rebel heiress back then. Now what I see is pastels, influencers, and crazy prices without a 2k gold CC lock.

So seeing Virginie go was exciting. Her being replaced at all is exciting. Matthieu replacing her could either start an era or just be a season, depending on his numbers. Sad but true. If you didn’t get the memo: CHANEL WILL BE HOT AGAIN.

Timothée got the memo. And when I saw him wearing a tiny 2.55 bag, I wanted to barf.

Yeah. The future, once again, doesn’t look so bright anymore.