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Often words come into the English language and become part of the vernacular. We don’t think twice about the origins of the word and use it to represent many different things. The word that comes to mind is Bohemian, or shortened to Boho. It is used to describe people, places, fashion, a style or a lifestyle.

According to Bohemian is:

a native or inhabitant of Bohemia in the Czech Republic.

a member of a people with dark skin and hair who speak Romany and are believed to have originated in northern India but now are living on all continents but mostly in Europe, North Africa, and North America.

a nonconformist writer or artist who lives an unconventional life

unconventional in especially

appearance and behavior

The classification of someone being Bohemian became popular in late 19th century France, especially in Paris. There was a movement of artists and poets who lived outside of the middle class society of the time. Hence, the term has become to be associated with someone who lives an alternative or artistic lifestyle. Other terms for Bohemians are adventurers, wanderers, and vagabonds.

In terms of fashion, Boho-chic is a common term. It represents free-flowing skirts and dresses, embroidered, printed, and peasant style tops, earthy as well as rich, vibrant colors.  Accessories such as jewelry may be vintage mixed with handcrafted, one statement piece, or lots of it layered or “piled on”. Ethnic and nature inspired themes are common. It really is about letting your own style show through and mixing it up. Therefore, I think boho-chic or hippie-chic or gypsy-chic will continue to be popular because of its origins and because the attitude behind the wearer.

One of my favorite stores that represents boho-chic is Free People. I love the way they mix in vintage pieces and the feminine/tough girl look.  And if you think the Boho look is on its way out, check out these new arrivals from Anthropologie below.

The jewelry designs of Archipelago Jewelry by Liz Juneau reflect that Bohemian aesthetic and attitude.

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“Bohemian Rhapsody”

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see,
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I’m easy come, easy go, Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn’t really matter to me, to me.
Mama just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn’t mean to make you cry,
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the time.
Goodbye, ev’rybody, I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh, I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango.
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright’ning me.
(Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro
Magnifico. I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me.
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.
Will not let you go. (Let me go.)
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Will not let you go.
(Let me go.) Ah.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no. (Oh mama mia, mama mia.)
Mama mia, let me go.
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go. Bismillah!
No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah!
We will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah!
We will not let you go. (Let me go.)
Will not let you go. (Let me go.)
Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see, Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
Any way the wind blows.

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