Kristyling: Paying to look poor By
By Kristale Ivezaj | Vibe Fashion Columnist
“Poor, beautiful, homeless girl.” That’s exactly what I thought when I was walking to my car last week after my Thursday night history class in Old Main.
She had straggly strands of sunlight blond hair. Her tresses looked as if they hadn’t been washed in days.
Her jeans — old and worn — swept the floor with her every stride, and her layers of T-shirts looked outdated, over-washed, and made very little sense to me. There was a clash in patterns, cuts and designs.
I slowed my walking pace, shuffling through my purse, searching my back pockets, in hopes that are paths would meet around the same time — thinking, of course, that she would ask me for some spare change. Just when I found a few dollars, she gave me the oddest look.
Boy, did I give her one back when the violin in my head stopped playing.
I spotted her sporting a crocodile trimmed handbag in olive green from Gucci’s spring collection.
Besides being slapped in the face by the old adage “don’t judge a book by its cover,” I was hit by an expensive aroma, it was something new, something musky, yet, floral at the same time. Hints of sandalwood and Mimosa Indian Rose crept up on me when her wind met mine. I
t was Prada, and I know it when I smell it.
The beautiful stranger smelled like the 90-some dollar perfume that hit luxury department store shelves a few weeks before Christmas.
Emotions stirred from within me. I was confused, dumbfounded, and yet, delighted.
I was going to make a complete fool out of myself and offer this girl a few dollars to buy herself a warm sandwich for the evening, when she was probably rich enough to pay for my college tuition along with my all of my telephone bills and monthly car payments.
Don’t be fooled — neat, average, jean wearing, common folk of America like I was. Bobo chic is a trend that was set by New York’s Soho punks — the kids who felt it to be necessary to rebel against their khaki-wearing, horserace-betting parents.
It is a trend that has the residents of cities look like tourists; a trend that that has people paying expensive mortgages look like they are homeless; a trend that has first-class restaurant frequenters look as if they were searching through dumpsters for scraps of food.
BoBo is the marriage of two unlikely sides: Bohemian and bourgeois. It is a trend made popular by silver screen stars who all look they got dressed in the dark like the Olsen twins, Kirsten Dunst and Chloe Sevigny.
New York Times columnist David Brooks defined BoBos in his book "Bobos in Paradise" as “a breed of well-heeled consumers who bashed materialism while embracing all manner of luxury.”
Kristale Ivezaj defines it as: resale overlap, excessive jewelry (particularly necklaces, and bracelets), and a few expensive pieces like a pair of Chanel studs, or a Bradley Pashmina to bask in all of Bobo-ness glory.
Voila! You’ll look like a rich bum. That’s what all of us are aspiring to look like anyway, right?
Who wants to wake up as soon as the rooster crows and straighten their hair, layer lashes with mascara and make sure everything is pressed and clean. Not me. Not you. Why? Because we’re stylish, that’s why.
Achieving BoBo chic, is the easiest thing to do, because you’re not supposed to try or at least look like you are!
Brush your teeth, but don’t brush your hair. Wear whatever feels nice; don’t worry if it fits (it’s not supposed to). Mom’s stilettos and dad’s shirt will do just fine.
Anything over $20 is too expensive. Resale shops like Plato’s closet, The Salvation Army, Paris, LuLu’s, and Too Good to Be Through are all good places to start.
Saks, Bebe’s, Arden B, Club Monaco and Guess are not.
Scratch off all your eyebrow appointments, and don’t paint your nails — instead bite ’em.