The 5 worst trends of 2015

Date December 10, 2015

2015 has actually been a pretty good year for fashion. Despite losing designers like Raf Simons, Alber Elbaz and just this week, Jonathan Saunders, to the industry’s ever changing and quickening pace, we gained steam in other ways. First, feeling good about your body became an actual trend. Second, Canada’s newly-minted Prime Minister officially became a fashion icon. But hey, there was plenty of bad too. Instagram eyebrows took over with brutal force. Fries went from being a clever inspiration for accessories to an eye roll-inducing replication. Meanwhile, #iwokeuplikethis became synonymous with #nope. Here, we list the 5 worst trends of 2015. May they be retired forever come New Year’s Eve (but they probably won’t).

1/5

Bucket-Hats

Bucket Hats

I’ve had mixed feelings about these since they cropped back up late last year. As a frequent bucket-wearer circa 1998, they were nostalgic at first, but rarely, if ever flattering. Most importantly though, they look stupid AF (unless you find this attractive, which let’s be honest, everyone does).

2/5

Flash-Tattoo

Flash Tattoos

They may not bear any of the cultural appropriation that Native headdresses do, but in my book they are just as exhausting as any of the festival season tropes. Can we, like, just wear cute dresses from now on?

3/5

Dad-Bod

Dad Bod

If your BF has a bit extra around his belly, I’m not requesting he die next year. What I do desire is an end to the fetishization of laziness as it pertains only to men, while beauty standards for women remain at an all time high (a peek at the proliferation of Instagram beauty trends this year is evidence enough).

4/5

Septum-Ring

Septum Rings

You realize FKA Twigs came out with this look in 2013, right? I thought two years was long enough for this trend to die, but thanks to Givenchy Fall 2015’s face jewels, it was back in action for another few months. Seriously, do you even value eating?

5/5

Instagram-Feminist

Feminist Artists on Instagram

In the midst of feminism’s great third wave, nothing has been more perplexing than the legions of near-nude girls with their asses out on Instagram tagging their photos as feminist. What exactly is supportive or revolutionary about catering to the male gaze?