Kendra Tyboroski is a student at Regis University in Denver, Colorado, where she studies French and Marketing, with a minor in fashion merchandising. Her love for fashion led her to Paris, France, where she studied fashion for four months, and ate many éclairs. On the weekends and in free time Tyboroski loves F Scott Fitzgerald, running, Haim, and lots of coffee.
The origin of my love for fashion stems from pre-school: the first of thirteen years where I was forced to wear a uniform. Khaki, tight polo shirts, and brown shoes, every day for thirteen years. Once a month or so, students were lucky enough to wear jeans with a polo, and the heinous fashion cycle continued. From an early age, I spent every cent of allowance on new, non-uniform clothes. Clothes represented freedom, expression and a sense of self I could never obtain from school. Putting together outfits was my art class. I would spend countless hours throughout elementary school cutting different parts of an outfit from Glamour, Vogue and Cosmopolitan, and pasting together my own creations. I have never been able to paint, and my drawing skills are rather lacking. Fashion, therefore, became my outlet at an early age.
By seventh grade, I began my collection of Lucky Magazine, which now requires two bookshelves to contain. I dreamt of being Brandon Holley, and knew a career in fashion was my aspiration. Oftentimes still, I find myself spending countless hours flipping through past issues, to see what trends have died, how the issues have changed and find inspiration. Brandon Holley, Eva Chen, Grace Coddington and Laura Brown all inspired and continue to inspire me. Growing up in Colorado, not many people take a fervent interest in fashion, and my reassurance came from the magazines lining my shelves.
My fashion sense has always been quirky and expressive. Clothes should tell a story, set a mood and depict a sentiment. Fashion truly is the most expressive and individualistic art form, and it should be revered as such. For my Christmas recital in first grade, I wore a velvet dress with Halloween tights and pink Converse. My parents were mortified, and perhaps it was not the best outfit I have ever compiled, but it was certainly a precursor for things to come. Many of my friends in Colorado laugh at my vintage oxford collection, or that time I cried in a vintage store because I found Chanel flats. I still find fashion perhaps one of the most influential dimensions of my life, and am grateful for who I have become because of my love of fashion.
Fashion certainly plays a role in history, as well. Chanel’s influence on Haute Couture and women’s wear is undeniable. Yves Saint Laurent liberated women from dresses, introduced the pea coat, and had the first black model walking the runway. Anna Wintour, and Vogue made celebrities fashion icons. Audrey and Jackie created friendships with designers, being some of the first muses, and dressing perfectly from then forward. H&M and Target have made incredible designers affordable, and made fashion more mainstream in American culture.
Last semester, I was lucky enough to study abroad in Paris, France- the fashion capital many would contest. While I learned how to apply red lipstick, wear all black and shop for timeless pieces, I also learned something else: Fashion dictates our culture, every day. The textile industry is one of the largest in the world, and unless you live in a nudist colony, you wear clothes. Clothes that tell a story reveal a history and express who we are.