If you’re a fashionista, you read Man Repeller. If you like to laugh, you read Man Repeller. Frankly, if you listen to the likes of TIME Magazine, Forbes, or Fast Company, all of whom have cited Leandra, with her cheeky & brutally honest, fashion driven site, as one of the most creative & influential people in the blogosphere, then you also read Man Repeller.
Interested in channeling your inner Jean Seberg in Breathless? That ooh-la-la, je ne sais quoi that designers today, from Rodarte to Marc Jacobs, pepper into their collections. Think unfussy striped dresses, a sweet rounded collar, perhaps some little ladylike gloves.
Perhaps it’s the girly girl in me. Maybe it’s the fact that if given the choice between punk and pretty, I will always vote for pretty. For women looking like ladies. For the opportunity to wow with class and grace and fairytale level ball gown beauty.
I have to be honest when I say that I don’t really remember playing dress up as a little girl. No vivid memories of twirling in front of the mirror or sliding into my mom’s heels. The irony of this is noteworthy given my job on Suits, where, yes, we act, and yes, we emote, but we also play some serious dress up.
Bohemian Bourgeois, aptly nicknamed “bobo” by les Parisiennes, refers to a fusion of social classes, much like “Champagne socialists” in the UK, or “limousine liberals” in the states. And as loaded as all of that may be, let’s just for a moment, put the political suggestion to the side and simply talk about what it means to be “bobo chic.”
Am I wearing Tom or Nina for this scene? That’s Suits speak for the $5000 Tom Ford skirt I find myself wiggling in to, or the Nina Ricci cashmere and lace sweater that will be delicately peeled off of my body (so as to protect the perfectly pointed craftsmanship) after a long day of work.