My Little Experiment with Kaia Gerber’s Style
So, I got this idea in my head, right? I thought, I’m gonna try and nail that Kaia Gerber fashion vibe. You see her in photos, looking all cool and casual, like she just threw something on. That’s what I figured when I kicked off this whole “practice” session with her style. Seemed pretty straightforward – jeans, a basic top, maybe a blazer if you’re feeling fancy.
First thing I did was hit the shops. And boy, did I shop. I grabbed a bunch of those straight-leg jeans she’s always in, some of those tiny crop tops, and a couple of oversized blazers. Even hunted down some chunky sneakers that looked like hers. My closet started to look like a low-budget version of her paparazzi shots.
- I tried the classic jeans and white tee. Looked alright, I guess, but it sure as heck wasn’t “Kaia.”
- Then I’d throw on a big blazer over it. Felt more like I was a kid playing dress-up in my pop’s closet, if I’m honest.
- Don’t even get me started on trying to do that sporty-chic thing. I just ended up looking like I was seriously confused about whether I was going to the gym or a job interview.
Turns out, that “effortless” look is a ton of work. Or, at least, it needs something more than just buying similar clothes. It’s like, those “simple” jeans she wears? They probably cost a bomb, or are some super rare vintage find that fits her like a glove. And those “basic” t-shirts? Bet they’re made of some fancy material that drapes just so, not like my five-pack cotton tees.
And the hair and makeup! That “I woke up like this” perfection? That’s a whole other skill level. I swear, I spent more time trying to look like I hadn’t tried than I ever did when I actually went full-out with makeup. Total head-scratcher, really.
My big “aha!” moment, or maybe more like an “oh, duh” moment, came when I was way too deep into this. I was trying to find the exact brand of sunglasses she wore in some random street style pic. This was me, like, totally off the deep end with this obsession, you get me? I must’ve spent days glued to my screen, scrolling through fan pages, forums, anywhere I could find a clue. My browser history was a dumpster fire. My buddies started giving me the side-eye, asking if I was losing it, ’cause I was apparently mumbling about denim washes in my sleep. I was buying so many “almost-the-same” things that my bank account was pretty much begging for mercy.
Then, I stumbled across this comment online, or maybe it was a short article, I can’t even remember where. This thing basically spelled it out: “Dude, she’s a model. She’s got a model’s figure, access to stylists even for her ‘off-duty’ looks, and honestly, she’d look good in a potato sack because that’s literally her job.” And bam, it hit me. It’s not just about the clothes you pick. It’s the whole damn package. The amazing genes, the constant workouts, the subtle pro touch even when she’s just grabbing coffee. It’s like these famous folks have a whole secret army and a bunch of machines working overtime just to make ’em look “simple.” You see a t-shirt and jeans, right? Nah, that’s probably a five-hundred-buck tee and jeans that cost more than my rent, all picked out by some pro whose whole gig is making them look like they just rolled out of bed looking that cool.
So yeah, this whole “practice run” with Kaia Gerber’s fashion? It schooled me, big time. Mainly, it taught me I should just stick to wearing what makes me feel decent and quit chasing a look that’s practically a full-blown career for someone else. I still think her style is cool to look at, but now I see it more like looking at art in a museum – nice to admire, but I’m not about to try and recreate the Mona Lisa in my living room. My wallet’s breathing a sigh of relief, and I ain’t wasting hours trying to make a plain old tee look like it walked off a runway. It was a trip, though, gotta say. Learned a thing or two about what makes good denim, I suppose. And that “effortless”? Total myth, most of the time.
