The day that I discovered that I am not chic was a day like any other. I like to think that this happens to all of us, at some point in our adult lives. It’s kind of a big deal. You wake up, put on an outfit, walk through the door and look at yourself in the mirror to realize:
I am not chic.
I have been around many chic people. As a stylist assistant, I had one particular stylist that I worked for that is the chicest woman I know. Everything she did looked effortless. And a synonym of being chic, in my eyes, is effortlessness. What they wear looks so natural, like it was custom made, and it goes beyond aesthetics - it’s their aura.
They breathe, walk and eat like chic people would. They are a different breed of humans and I don’t think it has to do with how much money they have either. I’ve met my fair share of rich people with awful taste to have this conclusion. Let me start by saying that I am not effortless. Quite the contrary, to be honest. I am working on toning down my masculine energy, if you know what I mean. As women we’ve been told to work hard, hustle, and take the lead. All of which requires a whole lot of effort.
One of my style icons - The Olsen twins.
I love wearing chunky boots, flashy sneakers, leather jackets, black sandals and slouchy hoodies. All of my favorite pieces are casual with a touch of edge. Recently I came across the term ‘ Rockstar Girlfriend’ as a way to define a personal style and I immediately adopted it as my own. Not chic. Messy, human, and maybe a little chaotic.
“The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.”
― Carl Gustav Jung
Xoxo,
Gabriela Leme