Born and bred in Greenwich Village by parents who shepherded her from art show to art show, Heather Boo is what would happen if Joan Baez and Manhattan's Mariel Hemingway had a baby. Wearing minimal makeup, no jewelry, and almost all thrift, Heather makes understated important and prim sexy.
"I'm too anal to be bohemian," declares artist Eryn Lefkowitz. In ripped black jeans, a studded black vest, and an army of authoritative black footwear, Eryn's style is the tough, gritty, dark side of New York style. But underneath the badass uniform is a sensitive soul who has overcome bullying and who wears 10 lb. of her mother's hand-me-down silver bracelets as a "security blanket."
When Eryn and Heather swap clothes, the former OCD's all over her apartment about sticking her feet into warmed-over red buckled shoes at 7:30. As Eryn struggles to peel off her layers of Chrome Hearts treasures at 8:08, you'll see what it's like to part ways with jewelry that has stayed on your body through sex, airport security, showers, and sleep. Then, at 17:10, Eryn meets her boyfriend's mother for first time in her "frumpy" getup. With Heather, there's a satisfied boyfriend at 9:14, bone-tingling awkwardness as her friends take in her new jet-black look at 12:40, and a brush with womanhood at 19:15
Music by Draemings, Heather Boo, & Kenyon Phillips
Video edited by Andrea Cruz