I have always been afraid of places where the amount of luxury per square meter exceeds the maximum allowable for me. Expensive restaurants, boutiques with luxury clothing brands, shops with high-class goods. I feel so uncomfortable there that I want to curl my ears, fold my tail and run away. Here's to eat a croissant at the shining display case like Holly Golightly – it's possible!
My provincial origin and the nature impregnated with it cannot stand this chic and splendor. As soon as I find myself in a boutique of expensive clothes or cosmetics, and a consultant approaches me, I freeze with horror and pretend that I made the wrong door. I feel like I'm just not sticking here, like a piece of a puzzle that they are trying to shove in the wrong place. Yes, it can be glued with tape. What's the point?
Some, on the contrary, bow their heads in front of everything shining, sparkling, polished, branded, branded. Moreover, they demonstrate this at every opportunity, which greatly poison those around their modest, unassuming existence.
What labels!
My friend's husband earns good money. Very well. And her demands are not as great as his earnings. He gives her a red quilted Chanel bag, but she doesn't like it. Firstly, it is small for her, secondly, visually very catchy, and thirdly, too recognizable. This bag just screams, “Have you seen? I'm Chanel! "
A friend doesn’t like it: she doesn’t like desperate fashion clamor and prefers the “poor, but neat” style. But her husband gets angry and insists that she wear it, because this bag is her face. And her face is his face. Luxurious, expensive, well maintained. A person who is ruthlessly invested in.
They say that in expensive clothes you feel like a million dollar baby. I have a skirt that is obscenely cheap and quite expensive for me. And I don't feel any difference when I wear one or the other. More precisely, I don’t feel bad in a cheap skirt, but I don’t feel how my ego rises and soars up on the road either.
I am too unassuming about cosmetics and clothing. I save money, but I don't feel unhappy. And I can't figure it out - is this normal or should I run to a pro who will direct the neural connections in the right way in my head? What if after that I also want a red Chanel bag, breakfasts at Moscow's Pushkin, and dinners at St. Petersburg's Dostoevsky?
"I am not like this"
If all this gloss does not cause much delight in you, but on the contrary, only embarrassment and slight rejection, then what is it? Low self-esteem? Unwillingness to kick off annoying consultants who impose what you can't afford? Or just an adequate understanding that you can do without all this?
I really love the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" with the transformation of an intelligent and educated simpleton who came to work at the editorial office of a fashion magazine in a stretched blue sweater and a "grandmother's" skirt. She worked with a colleague for whom it was a dream job, and to whom she struggled to match, starving and fitting herself into designer clothes sizes.
And the smart and unfashionable simpleton only wanted to be a journalist and write on serious topics, so she was not interested in clothes or cosmetics that existed outside of her value system. But only at first. Then she got involved, which disappointed friends who appreciated her in jeans and with her hair tied up in mat.
Here you can also recall Konchalovsky's "Gloss", where Galya-s-Rostov-on-Don was at first "not like that", and then how pretty she became "like that".
Breakfast not at Tiffany's
Most of all I am delighted with inexpensive women with an invested appearance and wardrobe. I am fascinated by people who easily and gracefully leave the question of any price behind the situation in which they find themselves. Whether they are poor or rich.
This is a woman who, like Audrey Hepburn's character, can walk into a Tiffany boutique and buy herself a silver dialing stick for $ 675. Not embarrassed that she has no money for a necklace from the main showcase.
This is billionaire Warren Buffett, who eats breakfast at McDonald's every morning. Not embarrassed that the whole world is perplexed about his overnight budget, which is limited to three dollars.
This is something that allows you not to translate yourself and the world around you into the monetary plane. Something that I do not have and may not be.
© Asya Shutkova
