MONEY CAN’T BUY STYLE, SEE ALSO; LOVE
Why You Can’t Ever Equate Money and Style
Yes, okay, you win right away. I am middle class and no matter how great my life gets I’m always going to think $100 for a tee shirt, no matter whose name wears flagrantly on the inside, is ridiculous. I am not saying I won’t ever buy one, but it better be cashmere or soft as hell. Or have Patti Smith’s pit stains or something.
Before you call me a sad, cheap, peasant let me step away from the rest of suburban middle America and point out I am not saying I don’t understand why things are priced so highly and why only the moderately to tremendously rich can afford to look, well not good, but look the way they look. Expensive. Yes, ‘tis true. The more money you can spend on looking good the better you can probably look. Overall. Designer clothes are often close to works of art and if your closet it full of them its not hard to be admired for, having…things.
Somehow though, way too many rich people think they can rely on designers to make them stylish and ‘fashionable’. I know this first hand as I know (or rather get ignored trying to help) rich people. They don’t pay much attention to me because something about me reads less than 40k a year, but lord knows I study them. They are directionless. Wandering aimless through Saks stopping every yard or so to pretend to be interested in brands they haven’t yet seen ads for ultimately ending up with the first thing the old kiss ass broad pulls out of the back. Really its crabby ladies in department stores that determine trends in America. They need the commission to disperse sparingly amongst their grandchildren then take to Brio for some gossip and antipasto. These women herd the sheep that is the rich and clueless.
Obviously there are plenty of well dressed rich people. These people have all the power. They can think for themselves when it comes to clothing choices AND they can buy literally whatever they want. I hope to be one of them someday. Drinking Juice Press in a Prada turtleneck whilst smoking a cigarette and bitching about, oh I don’t know, poor people. I don’t know how these guys got this life, maybe some of them even worked for it, but I sure wish they would enlighten the rest of the upper crusties.
The people I know with the best sense of style are all start-up types who wear almost the same no-name pieces everyday and look completely chic and effortless in their worn but clean uniforms. In fact, some of the most stylish people are poor AND don’t really care about buying clothes. Imagine that. All these rich people spending sickening amounts on clothes and then some crum bum hipster walks out of Intelligensia looking way better. It happens all the time but often goes without note because, well, all the bloggers you read have a lot of money. Or at least do a good job making us all think they do.
I’ve never understood the attraction of having someone else’s name all over my own god damn clothes. I mean I had like two Abercrombie shirts in middle school that I alternated daily and then one day I woke up and was like, oh wait, these shirts are ugly. Its no secret we buy the name when we buy, well, name brand. I am sure people buy ugly shit all the time just because Slimane tells them to. Oops. I mean nine times out of ten rich people are just trying to get noticed in that store and could give a shit about the aesthetic of the piece. Trust me, I have an aunt who’s pretty rich.
We live in a country where money is everything. Kim Kardashian is a style icon because she can afford stylists. You can be stylish because you can put that Céline on credit. Wealth and fashion are fluid and also inseparable. I just wish someone would pay me to tell them not to wear that..