Looking at all these indie chicks

In their “fall in the north east” uniform skirt and leggings or skinny jeans, hip neutral coloured jacket, glasses and little boots with not too much heel, topknot optional, I see a version of myself from an alternate chronology. Maybe I would have ended up being one of them had a series of unpleasant circumstances not sent me off the rails and utterly away from respectability and their petite bourgeois cool and cultural capital. Theirs is an expensive sort of Bohemianism, a countercultural impulse in people whose ultimate respectability is a given. It allows the people to feel themselves to be rebelling against the system they perpetuate.