/r/oldhagfashion
r/OldHagFashion is a space to celebrate feminine and androgynous fashion in ALL it's forms, to share diverse style inspiration, to de-stigmatize aging in fashion, and to engage in self-discovery through personal style, all with an Old Hag fashion philosophy.
Old Hag Fashion is a state of mind. It is the joyous, confident, unapologetic embrace of fashion as a form of self-expression. It’s practical and impractical; serious and ostentatious; high-end and discount bin; glamour and camp.
Anyone can embody Old Hag Fashion, though some people naturally embody it just by daring to be confident and stylish in the body they have. Old Hag Fashion is rebellious. It breaks rules in silly, interesting, or political ways. It’s the 80-year-old woman who can out walk you in high-heels. It’s the disabled femme making sure you know their wheelchair is a haute accessory. It’s the fat and fabulous trans person who knows they look damn cute in their skin-tight crop top.
Old Hag Fashion is feminist; body positive; trans, queer, and gender inclusive; accepting of all races, ethnicities, religions, and places of origin. Use this sub to celebrate femme, feminine, and androgynous fashion. Share style pics, good-natured satire, and discussion topics.
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Question: How do you ride out seasons of "bla" in your wardrobe? Specifically, how do you overcome feeling "bla" about your wardrobe when you don't have the immediate $$ for idk that embroidered denim trench you want from Ebay, the perfectly comfortable yet beautifully shaped leather boot from Poshmark, and the handmade statement bag from Etsy? 😂
Background: I gained a lot of happy weight over the last few years and it means that I've kind of just...lost almost all my cute winter statement trousers and formal outfits as I outgrew them. It took all my clothes budget to slowly replace the "basics" of my wardrobe - e.g. well fitting jeans in a few standard colors, a lot of colorful high quality wool turtlenecks, printed puffer coats that make me really happy every time I put them on, and my favorite statement accessories like hand embroidered belts. Now I'm looking at a winter wardrobe which is nice on my basic day-to-day Ms Frizzle warm and happy colorful vibe, but it feels like it really lacks...nighttime cuntiness for lack of a better term! I'd love to have more statement pieces for a sharper version of my clothes-personality, but alas the bank account is looking empty, the thrift store is looking very polyestery and undersized, and I'm left feeling pretty frustrated.
I just thrifted a ton of cardigans to mimic that Sezàne look. The older I get, the more I stick to the basics, in a way that feels satisfying to me!
I just felt especially androgynous today. Should’ve tucked in my polo…eh well. Love you hags 🥰
Shout-out to my fiance for helping me stand lol. This is my first piece of yellow clothing. My mom was told she'd look bad in yellow. So she told me I'd look bad in yellow. So I believed her and didn't wear yellow. But what does it matter if your clothes look good on you when happiness looks better? I feel beautiful, therefore I am.
Worth it! 🙌🤭🥰
My fashion thesis statement: I am a neurodivergent, chronically ill, and gender agnostic maker with a 99% handmade wardrobe. I aim to fit both the body I have and respect it's changes, while also serving my sensory needs.
Blazer was thrifted earlier this month and I'm still working out how it fits into outfits. T-shirt is from the Paleontological Research Institute gift shop, and pants are made by me.
Apologies for the dismal corporate bathroom.
Shirt and necklace are vintage finds! Also wearing pumpkin socks in celebration of Halloween this week 🎃