A friend from Los Angeles told me, "You just have no sense of style. It's not your fault; you're from Santa Fe. People in New Mexico think that Chanel is a television station and Valentino is the dude Valentine's Day is named after."
I take offense to that, my dear Santa Feans.
Here is my rebuttal: I travel a lot. Like, last week I was in New Orleans and next week I’ll be in Minneapolis.
The style of clothing I wore in NOLA is going to be different from the style I am going to wear in the Twin Cities. Point being: where you live impacts how you dress.
In response to my friend: No, we don’t live three minutes away from the shops on Rodeo Drive; no, we don’t want to buy toy dogs; and no, we don’t like spending our money on over-priced “high-fashion” products. We don’t push our toes around in the sand; we shove them into our hiking boots and saunter around Hyde Park.
That’s how we roll.
As Santa Feans, we’ve got style. We’re a herd of wild… Santa Feans! I can’t objectively label what that is yet, but there’s something good going on here.