Borderline fashion...

A woman arrives in a fashionable city with a preconceived notion of how to dress, how her hair should be, how she should augment herself. It's usually an uncomfortable visual arrangement. And the cities are full of these people asserting their tepid interpretations of that city's supposed look. They buy a few new items, the look is "perfected." Then something even worse happens. They bring the look back to their hometown. Banners of culture! So, you get the gal who's been to Paris who wears a beret in the local Starbucks. That one's been to Milan. Scarves are involved. Los Angeles. The ironed hair. The ugly jeans. You know it. You've seen it. It depresses me because, even as someone who is generally fashion unaware, I do notice and appreciate interesting fashion that is less about locale and more about unexpected individual expression. The right gesture of genuine eccentricity, the right accessory, when it matches or enhances the character of the wearer, can be exhilarating.