This week at Fashionista, we're celebrating all things at the intersection of fashion and pop culture — including the nostalgic sartorial moments that were formative to our style growth. In our series, Fashionista's Pop Culture Style Icons, we obsess over the characters who have influenced our wardrobes the most, even to this day.
I’ve always been fascinated with the idea of the “cool girl,” long before the infamous "Gone Girl" quote started making the rounds. I love eating burgers and shooting whiskey as much as the next girl in line, but for me it’s mostly about style — looking great without looking like you tried to at all. So when I started watching "Mr. Robot," I just about died — and not because I found the love of my life in Rami Malek.
Played by Carly Chaikin, Darlene’s style is perfect and everything I’ve been striving for. She looks like she just rolled out of bed in yesterday’s eyeliner but doesn’t look schleppy. She wears florals without looking prim and proper. She loves a statement jacket moment. She’s not afraid to be a little kitschy with heart-shaped sunglasses. She loves a boot and sock combo. She loves a good flannel. She lives the backpack life, which frankly, is the best way to live in NYC. She wears a ton of jewelry at once, but does it in the chic way and not the jumbled mess way. She pulls off the whole shirt-half-untucked thing. She loves a red lip. She just exudes “IDGAF” out of every pore, but it’s attainable and not the clean, crisp white linens and structured leather jackets donned by cool girls of yore.
I’ve got Darlene’s t-shirt, lipstick and backpack situation on lock and even managed to score a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses and a suede/fur jacket similar to hers, but I still need to up my game. I’ve tried the whole "rings on every finger" look and lasted about a day because I couldn’t hack it. I need a good military jacket to wear with shorts and matching boots to stomp around in. I need a plush faux leopard print jacket to walk to the bodega in. I think what I really need, though, is for someone to mistake me for Darlene/Carly on the subway, because then my life would be complete.
(Oh and Rami, if by some magical reason you’re reading this... call me!)