Thursday, April 03, 2003
Elite
Burberry owns the world. last night, i was walking past the store and eyed a skateboard. i knew it was the end of the world. Burberry has stamped the ridiculously brown plaid on a skateboard - two different designs. then, Sonia Rykiel, has brought back the 80s to the filthfully rich. why would a designer do such a thing? beats me. maybe she was inspired by old skool Madonna and Pretty in Pink. tattered unmatched patterns and puffy pants don't really do it for me, but maybe i'm missing out.
i never was at the forefront of the fashion scene. as a child, it was the Gap. as a teen, it was Marshalls and Ross. as a 20-something, it's thrift stores and Target. when i was little, i used to love garage sells and i would buy lots of useless junk. my favorite find - a rubix cube. but one time, i ventured into the land of used clothing, an idea that previously went beyond me. eww, used clothes. i found the best green sweater. it had a hole in one sleeve and was 3 sizes too big. it's smell - cheap perfume. but there was something comforting about it. i would put it on and just feel cozy -- a stuffed animal that i could wrap around my neck.
my mom hated most of the treasures i would bring home. she didn't like the sweater. she didn't like most of the things that i would come to love throughout my life. my grandfather's old brown blanket, an orange-peachy colored shirt, my friends, my boyfriends, my music, etc. that's the one thing that keeps me seperated from everyone else. i like the discarded.
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Burberry owns the world. last night, i was walking past the store and eyed a skateboard. i knew it was the end of the world. Burberry has stamped the ridiculously brown plaid on a skateboard - two different designs. then, Sonia Rykiel, has brought back the 80s to the filthfully rich. why would a designer do such a thing? beats me. maybe she was inspired by old skool Madonna and Pretty in Pink. tattered unmatched patterns and puffy pants don't really do it for me, but maybe i'm missing out.
i never was at the forefront of the fashion scene. as a child, it was the Gap. as a teen, it was Marshalls and Ross. as a 20-something, it's thrift stores and Target. when i was little, i used to love garage sells and i would buy lots of useless junk. my favorite find - a rubix cube. but one time, i ventured into the land of used clothing, an idea that previously went beyond me. eww, used clothes. i found the best green sweater. it had a hole in one sleeve and was 3 sizes too big. it's smell - cheap perfume. but there was something comforting about it. i would put it on and just feel cozy -- a stuffed animal that i could wrap around my neck.
my mom hated most of the treasures i would bring home. she didn't like the sweater. she didn't like most of the things that i would come to love throughout my life. my grandfather's old brown blanket, an orange-peachy colored shirt, my friends, my boyfriends, my music, etc. that's the one thing that keeps me seperated from everyone else. i like the discarded.
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