Recently walking through Carytown, which used to be where everyone shopped, and looked chic doing it, I saw lots of foot traffic, wearing the new standard RVA uniform. All black. But not all black in the NYC cool crisp way. No. RVA is grungy dirty filthy. And not in a Nashville way either. I can only wish. No. RVA has 15-20yr old homeless kids (read, Broke) in dirty black skinny jeans with destroyed (not distressed) and filthy black hoodies. Complemented with full body tattoos, which is obviously where what money they do have/find/borrow is spent on that and low gauge piercings. Now about 8 years ago this did look cool. For a while. Until it became almost a competition to have the biggest holes possible in your ears. When everyone is doing it, it looses everything cool. So now these filthy holed and dyed creatures wander with their personal belongings strapped to their backs, bearded some of them, through the chic strip we call Carytown. You can buy Marc Jacobs, Louboutin, Alexander Wang, etc. in Carytown. Except no one is. Not even the wealthy, and we have a fair amount of that old Southern money here, except those ladies would not be caught dead in Carytown. They purchase on line, I suppose, cuz where did they go? High end boutiques are empty of everyone except the one sales chick. There are many closed down/boarded up businesses. Lovely. Frozen yogurt shops right next to each other that are thriving. All these broke kids, and other sweatshirt and unchic ancient early 80’s Gloria Vanderbilts (god, let it at least be Vanderbilt, or Jordache) flip flop or Croc wearing pedestrians spend money on now is a small frozen yogurt, or a coffee. That is it. That completes the look. I forecast that soon the high end stores will be gone. Replaced by Starbucks and Einstein Bagels and more chain eateries. We might as well call the place Foodtown, since the RVA grungy fatties and the transient RVA kids only have about $5 bucks in their pocket and no money for Marc Jacobs. Nor do they even know who Marc is, much less Mr. Louboutin or Pierre Hardy. They don’t even care about bathing and grooming. I gotta get to where people care. LA, do you have room for one more fashion savvy woman? Cuz in RVA, I am obviously overdressed. Even at the Ballet. b.O.r.I.n.G. and ewww GROSS.