New year, new beginings, fresh starts and all that… 2012 officially marks the year that Eliza stopped hiding behind her blog name. It also marks the first and last time that I’ll ever write in the third person.

Une Fille Comme Les Autres has had a good run. As did My Empty Closet (blog attempt no.1, by the fashion obsessed undergrad I once was…) But as the updated bio to your right suggests, I spend the bulk of my time nowadays trying to speak just slowly and clearly enough that those within earshot might be able to decipher the millions of ideas and opinions clammering around in my head.

If I can’t get them out verbally, I’ll write. I’ll draw. I’ll program. I’ll film and I’ll edit. I’ll even dance if that’s what it takes! Really, I’ll do just about anything but sing… actually, no. I did do that. Once. But there’s a reason I only did it once.

My point being, in case it hasn’t become clear in the last year, my interests have veered slightly away from fashion. I still love it, I just don’t want to talk about it. To be honset I much prefered the days when that blogosphere was more about D.I.Y projects and discussions. It’s since become, well… we all know what it’s become.

So I’m retiring the name. Up to now, Une Fille Comme Les Autres was the last remaning vestige of my days as a fashion blogger, as a shy blogger (outfit posts always felt unnatural to me) and as a blogger who seperated her online identity from her offline identity*.

From now on, this is just A Blog, by me, Eliza. Hi.

Ironically, just as I retire the name, French fashion magazine Jalouse puts out a video by the same title. Seems fitting and ironic in the most wonderful of ways, totally describing what I wanted the name to express when I originally picked it for my blog. Enjoy!

*[I remember once actually turning bright red when someone mentioned my fashion blog to a friend. What was I ashamed of? Not that I blogged. I was ashamed of the blogosphere I represented. If you want to read some interesting ideas about that, check out what Danielle has to say. I agree with it all, and couldn't have expressed it in better words. Hers is among one of the few fashion blogs actually worth reading these days. One of the few fashion blogs that features any kind of written content actually. And while I would love to stand up say that I vow to be one of the fashion bloggers going against the blogosphere's narcissistic current, my interests as a creator of content have evolved beyond just fashion - because don't get me wrong, I still oggle over every Prada collection - and into storytelling in the largest sense of the word. What stories are worth telling? That's what interests me.]