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 collect 45s and can never have enough. i read a lot and would love nothing more than to tell everyone what my favourite books are and fear i will never understand why no one cares. my fierce loves for my pug and for the Smiths know no bounds, except moral and legal ones. i love burroughs and hunter and their mostly sick friends. and most swedish bands. i devote myself slavishly to all things Wang and should really cultivate some balance when it comes to anything Opening Ceremony. my eyes are 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.