It’s been a while since I discussed Swedish fashion here. It might have something to do with the fact that I wear the same white hoodie damn near every time I go out. And because describing that hoodie as white would suggest that the grayish tinge it has picked up is only temporary.
What it comes down to is me not really understanding. Which is funny, because several American friends back home have told me I have begun dressing very European. But this weekend was just a bit much for me.
I found myself at a concert Saturday night. An electro hip hop sort of thing that I’m sure the group (band?) would say transcends genres. Whatever it was, the synthesizer broke halfway through leading to an awkward pause in the middle with me thinking that perhaps they needed some sort of acoustic guitar to kill the time. Or a banjo. Considering the music, it might not have been a surprise that I felt a bit out of place from a fashion sense.
There were enough oversized black rimmed glasses to make Steve Urkel jealous. There were leather tights that looked like Batman would have had trouble getting into them. There were so many pirate striped shirts that I was reminded of my days building Legos. It was incredible.
After the Swedish electro hip hop I headed over to Gamla Stan and a bar that was featuring some country music. I had missed the live act but was greeted by several classics being played by the DJ. The dichotomy of the Swedish electro hip hop crowd and the Swedish country music crowd was impressive.
Instead of the electro hipster look, it was the country hipster look. A sort of hybrid between your classic flannel wearing cowboy and the ironic Swedish hipster. It looked exhausting and I was just glad that my tinged hoodie could transcend fashion. Much like Swedish electro hip hop.
But the night was not over. Because leaving the bar, a Viking walked right past me. He was wearing the long cloak, the tunic, he even looked to be wearing some leather shoes. It was amazing. And I stared. Probably creepily, but it was 1:30 in the morning and the guy was wandering around Stockholm in Viking garb. I thought my night was over though as I headed to my bus station. I was wrong. Because as I climbed aboard, I was met by the very same Viking. Despite not getting a good look at this face the first time, I feel fairly confident that not too many Vikings were out on the town. Clearly though, the tunic and cloak are back in style.
Welcome to Sweden. And Viking fashion.
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