You have got to be kidding me. I know in fashion, as in life, you are never supposed to say never, but I’m saying it. I’m caps locking it. NEVER. I never thought of myself as hard-hitting, but bitch please, am I the only one to call these ugly? Tim Blanks? CATHY HORYN? Nobody? Do you guys owe Miuccia money or something? Does she hold the cure for your rare form of cancer? Does she know where you live? Are you reading this?
And not ugly pretty, or ‘her brand of ugly’. Just ugly. As in ‘butt’, as in ‘as sin’. Ugly.
i blog from Toronto, but mostly about other places. warmer, fashionier places. i am the DJ sometimes, i am what i play. i have no reason to talk about the books I read, but still I do. my fierce loves for my pug and for the Smiths know no bounds, except moral and legal ones. my eyes are consistently bigger than my paycheques. i am trying to stop talking and wanting so much and wondering if this will help. this is a blog dedicated to the fashion i can and can't afford, narrated by Morrissey.