Fashion Boys

Rabat was also my introduction to that most Moroccan of phenomena, the fashion boy. Again Morocco is one of those countries that lives the cliché of being stuck between tradition and modernity. Although it was Ramadan and more people than usual were rocking their traditional jilabas (which look frightening similar to Klan hoods) the fashion boys does the eurotrash thing. Hard core. Although there were fashion girls, it wasn’t the same. Even the women who didn’t wear the veil, usually tried to keep it modest, with only a couple going over the top. The girls who wore the veil often tried to pretty it up matching it to the rest of the outfits (which I am almost certain defeats the whole purpose of wearing the veil). Still, because of the veil the women just didn’t have the freedom of action to be as vain as some of the teenage boys. It was high-larious.