Before the popularity of Bohemia, my guess about Bohemia was that shepherds, robbers and bandits who lived in the world without bathing all their lives wore blankets during the day and were quilts at night, as well as poor artists and liars, just like Carmen I met when I read Merimee's novel Carmen. Of course, in the art world or some cultural circles, Bohemia is a symbol of rebellious spirit, which is used to illustrate an artistic attitude. More people regard it as an artist who meditates on life in a wandering life and is optimistic by nature. This is enough to show that in the face of poverty, artists or great men are not opposed to bandits and swindlers, and sometimes they complement each other like their left feet and right feet.
Nevertheless, when I heard the word Bohemia, my blood was still boiling. This kind of blood boiling is like a person with bear's paw hearing someone promise fish. Everyone's heart yearns for freedom, just as the wind from Bohemia said. Why are those who struggle at the bottom of society poor? Because they are marginal people. Only when clothes are not wrapped and people are free to oppose each other, people have to choose between fish and bear's paw. Of course, it is safe to follow the mainstream. Now, when Bohemia appeared in high-end fashion shows such as Paris, Milan and new york, it changed from marginal to mainstream, that is to say, those marginal rebellions were recognized by the times we live in. No one cares about what this style represents, and no one cares about how hungry and helpless the initial cause of this seemingly romantic attitude towards life is.
When authoritative designers turned Bohemian style into a style in spring and summer fashion shows, fashion critics began to call on people to dress like Bohemians, and fashion media began to advocate: Let's be Bohemians. It seems that this is a good trend. Getting up late in the morning, rolling sheets and squeezing the bus will also become a fashionable costume, and no one will look askance. Bohemia entered the mainstream, as if it had finally tamed wild animals into poultry. Originally a helpless wilderness singing, it gradually became a pastime for boys and girls after eating, drinking and having fun. This change seems to be a kind of domestication, but in fact it is completely different from the original. If we want to define it, we might as well call it "pseudo-Bohemia", because real Bohemians still live so smartly, no matter how many imitators are shouting-us. Similarly, because of this vain attitude, soon, the yearning for Bohemia as a nation or this spirit, and the fresh air they once brought to art or culture, became vulgar step by step, just like things with unique ideas such as "stream of consciousness", "postmodernism" and "abstraction", and finally became labels flaunting personal taste. When a carpet dealer recommended a rag to you and called it a Bohemian shawl, what reason did you have to doubt it? Isn't that Bohemia? Without dogma, bondage and tradition, people have no reason not to believe that bad habits are actually part of Bohemian style.
If one day, fashion designers find that the little match girl's experience is romantic, maybe they will create another MHC style? Sorry, this MHC is the pinyin abbreviation for "selling matches", which is a bit beside the point. Let's continue to talk about our bohemian style. The greatness of Bohemia lies in putting every civilian's life on the elite stage and handing over the bottom culture to the mainstream team. Chanel, a famous fashion brand, used fake pearl necklaces to continue its elegance, and Bohemia reached an ulterior coordination with the nobles. Who will eventually hold up Bohemia's ideal free sky? Is it noble or civilian? In any case, the popularity of Bohemian costumes finally achieved class equality. Only when everyone put on a Bohemian shawl to keep up with the trend, Bohemian creation was imitated and copied, and Bohemia was just a symbol similar to "green food". People may buy you because you have this logo, but that doesn't mean they believe you.
I remember someone asked a famous climber why he climbed one dangerous peak after another, and he replied, "Because the mountain is there …" Because the mountain is there. I have always admired people who can realize their ideals, because they will never compromise or be hypocritical, just as the saying goes-if there is a paradise and we can't reach it, it is definitely not because the mountain is high and the road is far. We are very good at squandering what we find and regard it as our duty. No matter what daily life it becomes, the last sentence we get is: Heaven is just like this, it will never reach Baroque, but Bohemia can't last forever. Of course, there will be "Bobo" or "double income no kids" who will inherit the ideals of these elegant people. However, when more and more people wearing blankets suspected of tablecloths appeared in offices, cinemas, KTV, cafes and other places, I suddenly felt cornered, because there was no last place to wander. I don't know when Sahara became a tourist hotspot like Guilin's mountains and rivers. It used to be Qian Shan. I talked nonsense here for a long time today. I guess many people don't understand what I really want to say. There's only one thing I've always wanted to say, but I never meant it-vagrancy and romance are really different.