Budapest, Hungary. The capital of a country near and dear to my heart, even though it’s not Slavic.
The Hungarians have seen some shit – from Mongol invasion to revolution – but if we’re being totally honest, their language is the most insane thing about the whole country. Upon hearing their bizarre Finno-Ugric tongue, I should have immediately known I was in store for some Eurotrash ~looks~.
Having spent the day gorging myself on langos, palinka, and gulas, I found it fitting to hike up to the top of the Citadel. It would provide exercise and stellar views, so it was a win win. Once I reached the peak, I saw the Liberty Statue in all its glory, but something else caught my eye. It was a figure of true beauty, its bright white outfit shining so bright I had to close my eyes.
The above man was waiting for me at the top of the Citadel. There he was – posed like a Slavic king. Though I was in Hungary, I could just feel it in my bones that this icon was Slavic. Sure enough, I heard beautiful Russian poetically flowing from his mouth as I approached for a better look.
This all white outfit is quite daring. One rogue droplet of gulas could spell disaster for this Slavic strong man, but does he care? No. He hiked up to the top of the Citadel and struck this magnificent pose, as if asking the gods to test his strength. Now, I am not typically one for an all white outfit. However, I have recently gotten interested in acquiring a pair of white wide-leg trousers, so I felt that this man’s ensemble would serve as the perfect Eurotrash inspo for an all white get up.
Instead of opting for the man’s perfectly Eurotrash white shorts, I’d elongate the hem and opt for these high-waisted button jeans from Topshop. The white will keep you cool as you’re hiking up to the top of the Citadel, but you won’t look like you’re breaking all fashion rules at the same time.
As much as the Slavs love their wife beaters, I simply cannot condone such attire or such behavior. So, this dainty, embroidered, eyelet top by Free People is a safe, cute alternative. You’ll feel the breeze, and you’ll look so cutie at the same time. The straps offer a sturdiness that perhaps is also felt in a wife beater, but if we’re being honest, wouldn’t my Slavic king look better in this top anyway?? That brings me to a good point – I am using a photo of a man while offering style suggestions for women. This is what I know best, and what seems to make the most sense, but by all means, any men out there looking for fashion advice, just hit me up! I will gladly create looks based off of Eurotrash fashions for you.
And now… le piece de resistance… the sunglasses.
My sweet Slav, let’s call him Vlad, looks like the type who never leaves the house without sunglasses. Perhaps his delicate blue Slavic eyes cannot possibly be kissed by the sun, or, perhaps he doesn’t want the paparazzi to sneak a pic of him while he’s out with his sweet Olga (probably).
Either way, he’s absolutely *rocking* those shades. For those of us who do not like to purchase their sunglasses as a gas station, these Celine sunglasses from The Real Real offer a more stylish, yet protective, alternative. Pop these on and feel invincible.
So there you have it – while Vlad is absolutely killing it in this get up, perhaps you’re looking for something a bit more subtle that is still completely blinding. This is your answer. Simply button up your jeans and go. Just don’t forget your sunnies!