Broke-Ass of the Week – Kelly Malone
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Name: Kelly Malone aka Smelly Cologne if we were in third grade
Age: 26 (plus nine)
Occupation: Let me list them all: Indie Mart girl. Designer of stuff – stores, displays and interiors. Timbuk2 bag maker.
What neighborhood do you live in?: Western addition (woot woot) and previously the Mission.
Best money saving tip: Be nice. I love hugging people and just being nice. Tipping well. Helping people out how I can. In the end it always gets me so much free stuff in return…or cheap drinks, dinners, etc. I never ask for it or expect it, but when you give, people give back sometimes. Other than that, I always buy vintage, find $1 PBR nights and shop on craigslist before I go new.
What do you refuse to spend money on?: Jeans. I don’t get the $200 jeans thing. I have yet to find jeans that make my ass look so good that I will spend 200 bucks on them. I am shamefully wearing $20 Old Navy jeans that I’ve had for 2 years, with holes in the thighs. They make my ass look better than the $200 ones and I have money in my pocket.
Most expensive thing you’ve ever bought?: A 200 year old Chinese hand carved 6 ft by 6 ft wardrobe. It sits in my mom’s living room in Philly and someday I will ship it out here. It was $3500 and I got it on sale for $1800. I had just gotten my first high paying job and said “why the hell not”.
How’d that feel?: Like I was Crystal Carrington from Dynasty. Or Ricky Schroder on Silver Spoons, riding around on my own personal train. Amongst all my hand me down and thrift store furniture, I felt like a million bucks. That shit had history behind it and probably 12 other people have owned it. Imagine all the weird stuff thats been in that thing. I would bet at some point a Chinese acrobat sat in it.
Favorite cheap eat: Outdoors – a Zeitgeist burger. Oh my god. It’s like my dad cooked it on the grill, only layer in some serious attitude and someone screaming your name, when the order is ready, in the most undecipherable mumble you could ever hear. Indoors – Fly Bar on Divisadero has the best happy hour ever. Half price pizzas, sangria and beer. The pizza is goooood. For 8 bucks I get a pizza and a nice size beer. Hello!
Favorite dive bar: This city is a gold mine for these, so I have to go by my own fucked up rating system. Dive bar to make-out in the bathroom – Pops. Dive bar worth driving to when you actually have a car for a night – The Broken Record. Dive bar to hang with your friends & dance – The Attic. Dive bar where you won’t see anyone you know – the Geary Club. And the crowning glory for me, the best dive bar to get drunk as hell for under $12, listen to old soul music, make out in, get free popcorn AND have the company of straights, gays, thugs, old Mexican guys and the awesome neighborhood tranny that showed me her new lady parts once – the Phone Booth. I have more lack of memories than actual memories of this place. But the stories are great the next day from your friends.
Best deal you’ve ever gotten: I was driving by this mound of sidewalk trash and stopped to pick through the furniture. The folks saw me and invited me in, where I proceeded to get an entire garbage bag of about 200 vintage slips from thier grandma. I collect slips and wear them everyday, so this was the mother load. Not to mention the stack of 50s decorating magazines, the lamps and all the dresses I got too. They asked for $20. I gave them $40 and a tearful thanks.
If you woke up a millionaire, what’s the first thing you’d buy?: An old Firebird.
Despite not having money, do you still love your life?: Hell yes! I had a moment, though brief, where I made killer money and you know what? I wasn’t nearly as creative and driven as I am when I’m broke. The Indie Mart came out of being broke and made me love it. Money does not equal happiness.
Do you own my book?: Um, no. I own the zine. Old school. Got it my first week here and loved your ass ever since. You helped make my broke-ass social life.
Best hangover cure: Ashamed to admit it, but a McDonald’s double cheeseburger, a Revive Vitamin Water, 2 Flintstones vitamins and a ton of aspirin.
Are you a hipster?: I quote The Guardian, 'œ…Kelly Malone, a tattooed hipster chic…' kinda funny. I am a 35 year old geek who wears gramma panties and size 16 old navy jeans, an old dead lady’s slips, rides an old squeaky Schwinn, listens to Fugazi when I make-out and watches Blade Runner almost weekly. I really dont know when that shifted from me getting beat up to being cool.