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1. Work for it. [Full disclosure: I work at The Fabric Lab, a clothing boutique, on the weekends.] This is not the easiest one to follow as it entails taking up a low-paying, and sometimes shitty, retail job—which isn't that bad. You can get killer discounts, and a lot of small shops even focus on local stock, which means lots of limited-run clothes and accessories from Colorado-based designers. Some of my favorite hometown brands? Adam Sikorski (hand-screened men’s and women’s clothes), DVLP Clothing (skate- and snow-inspired wear), and, lastly, Incroyables and Let 'Em Have It. (Both labels specialize in super-flirty women’s dresses.)
2. Go used or free. This one’s a no-brainer. Vintage and used-specialty shops are goldmines for cheap ware. Thankfully, locally run spots like Buffalo Exchange and All American Vogue are manned by picky buyers who ensure that whatever is on the floor is worth your time and money. And if cheap is out of your price range, then the Free Boutique—which promises everything in its name—should be really easy on your wallet. The shop, according to its manifesto, aims to provide “high-end, fashion-forward, expensive-looking free clothes to the general public.” Donations, of course, are gladly accepted.
3. Just say no to corporate chains. Corporate heads do not care about you, but you know who does? Small business owners. Boutiques like Fancy Tiger, Common Era, True Love Shoes & Accessories, and Pandora Jewelry are the best places to delve into national brands and new designers without selling out and going to the mall. I do have a secret, and slightly trashy, fashion indulgence though: Fashion Mia on South Federal Boulevard. The store is representative of the minority-populated neighborhood; it’s Asian-owned, there’s usually a teenaged Latina working the register, and most of the selection—a mix of clubland wear and school-girl sweaters—seem to be no-name knock-offs. The clothes are definitely tawdry, but I absolutely love it—so much so that the last time I was there, I puked pink cosmos.
