Despite my ambivalent feelings toward Kim Kardashian and my alternating awe/fascination with Kanye West, I’m grateful to their union for one reason alone: the existence of one North West. Homegirl might only have been alive for two short years, but she already knows the power of a good outfit, and her wardrobe choices have influenced me on many, many occasions. In fact, her minimalist wardrobe, excellent shoe choices, and general disinterest/admirable bitch face are probably the closest I’ll come to finding a style icon.
North is wise beyond her years when it comes to dressing well. She sticks to a mostly black palette but isn’t afraid of strong neutrals or statement pieces. She appreciates a high–low aesthetic, mixing streetwear classics like Timbs and bomber jackets with custom designer pieces from Givenchy. She accessorizes sparingly—an occasional gold chain, perhaps some tasteful face painting or animal ears (but only for appropriate occasions). She knows that effortless dressing is all about attitude, hence throwing on a Balmain tuxedo jacket to head to ballet class, adding only a pair of ballet flats (practical!) and a killer stink eye for a completely chic look.
Add this to a fashion pedigree that any industry insider would kill for. For example, North attended the Met Gala in utero—garbed in Givenchy, no less. During the last year alone, she sat front row at a handful of major runway shows ranging from Alexander Wang (she was on her mother’s lap, but she was wearing custom Wang and sitting next to the inimitable Nicki Minaj) to Givenchy (where she actually garnered her own seat). It was probably the first and last time that a toddler will sit with the likes of Suzy Menkes and Anna Wintour.
I won’t even delve into the fact that she not only scored a cushy seat to both of the extremely exclusive Adidas Originals Yeezy presentations (rumor has it she has an in with the designer), but dared to throw a tantrum at the first presentation. It’s probably the only time that Kanye West has been upstaged by a temper that rivals his. This, I think, is the ultimate style lesson to be learned from North West. She simply does not give a fuck, which is apparent in every single paparazzi shot we’ve ever seen of her.
So while everyone is losing their shit over Baby Yeezus (or, as his parents generously named him, Saint West), I’d like to take a moment to look back on a year of exceptional style from North West. May we all be this well-dressed (and nonchalant about it).