But as senior year carries on and my time in suburbia runs out (my style ambitions sighing in glorious anticipation), I find myself in a struggle to develop a sort of “national style identity after colonial rule.” How does one overcome the wardrobe culture of a cable-knit-sweater-clad colonizer and embrace an identity involving metallic mini-skirts, cat-eyed tortoise shell glasses, and fashionable chihuahuas?? That’s a question I long to answer. To my dismay, you can’t quite parade around The Academy dressed in sculptured stilettos and toting oversized, blue clutches without incurring puzzled snickers and accusations of “trying too hard.” I don’t know if I should channel my inner Audrey and embrace la vie à la mode in all its man-repelling glory, or ring in with the Girls that only know Pearls but also sport leggings and CustomInk T-shirts for those more casual days. Then again, maybe I should just approach this from another angle. Prep, if done the Jenna Lyons way, is still quite fashionable after all. And who am I kidding, I love J. Crew. And Gossip Girl.
In the meantime, as I figure out the style I most identify with (preppy, bohemian, luxe, minimal, tomboy??) I’ll just continue secretly listening to trendy Euro Hotel Lounge music (via Songza) while pretending I’m somewhere in Paris.