Fairy tale in Budapest

Man in Budapest wearing an all white outfit featuring a wife beater, white jean shorts, and sunglasses
My sweet Slav – thank you.

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.

White high-waisted jeans from Free People with a button-down front and rough hem on the bottom
Photo via Topshop.com

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.

White eyelet lace button down tank top from free people
Photo via Free People

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.

White sunglasses by the brand Celine
Photo via The Real Real

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!

The Beauty of Eurotrash

Hear me out – Eurotrash makes the world go ’round.

Merriam-Webster’s Dictionary defines Eurotrash as “young well-to-do usually Europeans who live a trendy lifestyle…”, but to me, it’s so much more. As a 16-year old exchange student in Slovakia, then a Slavic Studies major in college, Eurotrash is a security blanket of sorts. I will forever yearn to be wrapped up in a pair of light wash jorts (not real denim, or course), or to be enveloped in a cloud of 2000s era cologne.

Eurotrash is often thought of as being ex pats living a lavish life in the US, but the true essence of Eurotrash is that of those still living in Europe. Those who long to be in the US, and those who have no idea what styles are actually popular in the US. With European stores to choose from such as New Yorker and H&M, it’s no wonder the Eurotrash creature roams about all of Europe. Sure, it’s a lifestyle, but it’s also a disease. As one who was nearly infected herself, I can attest to the fact that the in-your-face accessories and acid wash rinse on all denim can be quite enticing.

As I’m sitting here in Pittsburgh, PA, thinking about my time abroad in Slovakia and Czechia, I find myself dreaming of Eurotrash, and picking apart the intricacies of this lifestyle. I’m thinking to myself – Eurotrash doesn’t have to be bad. I love it, I know the Slavs sure love it, and I know the European continent as a whole is overflowing with people in their 20s rocking this particular trend. What if Eurotrash were to get a makeover, and to become something potentially less loathed by the general public? What if Eurotrash received a much needed glow-up, and could be seen through a less offensive lens?

My goal with this blog is to take some of my favorite Eurotrash styles, both that I’ve seen and that my friends (and perhaps even strangers!) have seen, and to put a spin on them to make them more digestible by the public. Then, dear readers, perhaps the world will start to see Eurotrash with the same emoji heart-eyes as I do.