What to Wear to Washington's National Gallery of Art: Boho Lux Incarnate

Regardless of the fact that the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. doesn't charge admission, it is still the National Gallery. And, thus, when I go, I always want to look presentable in order to show respect for their collection (and not like some cheapskate thrilled to take advantage of the free admission, even if that's what I am.) I don't, however, want to dress too formally, either. I have to wear comfortable clothes because I will be walking a lot. I also don't want to look like some deep-pocket art collector; I'd rather not attract such undeserved attention.

On my most recent trip to the museum, I selected what I consider a perfect example of boho lux. Boho lux stands for "bohemian luxury," which basically means a more elegant and refined version of hippie attire. In the accompanying photo, you'll notice my ornate tunic, acid-washed skinny jeans, and equestrian-style boots. You likely don't notice my tiny chandelier earrings but they're there, I promise.

The tunic by Page was a $6.98 find at Fantastic Thrift in Richmond, VA. It grazes my hips, providing some modest coverage. But to combat that coverage, the neckline has a deep V that reveals some of my collarbone and the fabric is slightly clingy. Besides the fit, I also love the fabric. The embroidery, though, is what makes this top truly exquisite. Gold and bronze beads and sequins of varying shapes and sizes line the collar as well as the cuffs.

The American Rag jeans came from Macy's at merely $9. Acid-washed and skinny, they exude a 1980s feel without any of the awkward stiffness of retro denim. In fact, these jeans stretch. They also, luckily for my closet, have a low-rise waist, making them one of the few true low-rise pair of pants I own. Mostly, I like how easily I can tuck them into boots, such as the chocolate equestrian ones I have on in this photo. The boots, another Fantastic Thrift find, cost $10. They are somewhat loose, which allows me to wear thick socks with them on colder days.

As a finishing touch, my gold-beaded silver earrings came from a boutique in L'Enfant Plaza in Washington, D.C. As I recall, my friend paid about $5 for them. The tiny tinkle sound they make as I move charms me.

This outfit may not be the most stylish but with my penchant for the passé, I love it anyway. It's soft and sensual and still manages to capture my reverence for all of the masterpieces housed at the National Gallery.