9. Nothing you own can be found at a mall.
You pride yourself on the fact that your wardrobe is made up of equal parts vintage (thank you, Brooklyn Flea), with pops of designer labels (thank you, sample sales), and some covetable streetwear snapbacks and T-shirts to balance it all out (thank you, Hypebeast forums). You like to think your personal style can't be classified, and the truth is—it can't. Which is why people are quick to label your hodgepodge outfit with a pejorative. Whatever. They can have American Eagle and Forever21. Leave those Zara scraps for the peasants and know-nothings. You're not the one in baggy jeans and square-toed loafers.