Cropped Top: Stradivarius | Crocheted Vest: C&A | Mustard Skort: Apartment 8 | Sandals: Topshop | Bag: Givenchy | Bangles: Aldo, Tory Burch | Watch: Gucci | Necklace: Bangkok
How can one call themselves Bohemians?
If you recall your lessons in World History, “Bohemianism” was a movement of artists and poets in the late 19th century, France. They believed in living outside the “bourgeois mainstream culture.” They were against the Salon and believed that art, literature, and even politics should be “radical.” Bohemianism eventually died out but it left to spawn Surrealism, the beat generation, punk rock, and American Bohemianism amongst others.
Nowadays, Bohemian is a term you used to describe “free thinkers”–people who lead lives without much regard for conventions. It’s not to be confused with hipsters as the latter is more on upholding “pretenses” (no offense meant, I consider myself a hipster). According to the Urban Dictionary, Bohemians are people who “lead an alternative lifestyle.” They’re not to be mistaken for hippies as well because they have an extremely wide range of “tastes in music, fashion, art, literature”, and they are usually very “creative people.”
For our brief trip to Singapore, my boyfriend, my sister, and I felt like legit Bohemians… all because we were parent-less, sans an itinerary, with no such interests partaking in touristy activities, and totally focused on the art of… shopping.
Okay, maybe not quite.
We decided to forego artsy-fartsy for a change (we did a lot of this in Hong Kong). We visited zero museums or exhibitions; neither did we drop by music hubs at night nor did we check out art and literature sites. We did, however, manage to drop by the Night Safari and the GMAX contraption in Clark Quay but I hardly doubt that’ll make us 3 inches closer to being called Bohemians.
Sue us, we’re hipsters. We actually planned to have outfit themes every single day of the trip (we were bored) and on the second day, we all decided to dress like Bohemians. Okay so maybe Aztec Prints are only a quarter Bohemian but we did manage to disregard the Singaporean dress code for style wherein we walked around in cropped tops from me and my sister, and sleeveless tanks for the boyfriend.
So yes, we are goofy people and that is the point of this post (I’m soupy, sorry). Here are some more photos of my outfit–props to the talented boyfriend for taking the shots:
And then the obligatory couple photo taken by my sister:
And a few more taken for lunch that day with my boyfriend’s best friend, Ice: