A Look At Rachel Green
Rachel is my favourite Friends girl. Saying this makes me feel uncomfortable and a bit guilty, like a mum who has a favourite child. It’s not that I don’t like the other ones, because I do, it’s just that since I was 2 I’ve been slightly more interested in Rachel when watching the show (I’m ready to admit I didn’t put that much thought into it when I was 2).
Here’s the moment I sound like a massive nerd; Friends is more than just a show to me. It’s a homely background sound which has helped me sleep for the past 10 years, it’s the best cure to my panic attacks, it’s the sole reason why I’m fluent in English today. I know it has flaws, I know it’s getting old, I know I’ve already seen each episode so many times I can act it myself, but it makes me feel at home.
Rachel was my favourite as a kid because I thought she was the prettiest one. That’s how low my expectations were. I liked her so much that my dad drew her portrait for me and I put it on the wall facing my bed. My dream was for her and Chandler to get together (I can still get behind this) and for my hair to look like hers.
When I hit puberty, not only did I favour her because she was pretty, I added narcissism to shallowness and started to like her because of how alike we were. I mean, look at the evidence; she loved fashion, I loved fashion! She was disorganised, I was disorganised! She liked money, I liked money! Uncanny.
But now that I’m older, I realise it wasn’t just her looks (it was), or her style (really, it was), or how alike we were (sadly, it was) that made me like her, but also her character growth.
Rachel arrives in the first minutes of the first episode of the first season as an outsider- she doesn’t really know any of the other main characters and her role is used to let the viewers know who is whom and what they do and who they’re dating or divorcing (and why). She’s a runaway bride with a big wedding dress and an even bigger bank account. She hasn’t worked a day in her life, chose her college major according to where was easiest to get a parking space, and planned to go from living off her dad to living off her husband, because Chanel perfumes aren’t going to buy themselves.
By the time the show ends, Rachel is a successful buyer with endless career opportunities, a happy mum who knows not to leave the baby on its own when she’s taking the bins out, and a completely independent person who can look after herself. You know, as independent as she can be in a show based on co-dependency, where she doesn’t go two hours without seeing the other five. Financially independent at least.
She goes through as many phases in her life and career as she does in her style. Ultimately, season 1 to 3 Rachel is always going to be my favourite. Here’s the good, the bad, and the pyjamas:
So many great looks this season it was hard to pick one, but I would say this white roll neck / schoolgirl skirt / Empire record’s Liv Tyler vibe embodies pretty well Rachel at that time of her life- she’s immature and can act in a childish way, and yet still appears like the sexy girl next door. You also just know that, unfortunately, Ross must love this schoolgirl outfit.
This Breton top / denim dungarees / black blazer might just be my favourite Rachel look of all time, mainly because I actually dress like this regularly (and clearly my narcissism hasn’t faded with age).
We couldn’t do a Rachel Green’s style memorabilia and not include her pyjamas.
Is New York ready now?
Can’t go wrong with a leopard print coat. Especially when it hides a terrible outfit underneath.
Never not saying yes to a suit. Especially a pastel coloured one.
All we’re interested about is the crown really.
Can’t ever go wrong with denim and red. She must have learned that from her Ralph Lauren job.
The pyjamas of the whole Rachel-saying-yes-to-Joey-not-even-proposing debacle. Just the view of them gives me anxiety.
Not a fan of the outfit, but you know, she got off the plane, so who cares?