Showing posts with label street wear will always be what tramps wear. Show all posts
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30/03/2009

My favourite word is: apricot.

Fashion is out of hand. I give it 3 months before the latest tawdry example of the rap generation sports a lumberjack shirt and a 'tickle me elmo' hanging from a necklace made of fluorescent shoelaces...only to get worshiped for his vision.

Nowadays anyone who isn't dressing like a 1950's embodiment of their dad, or isn't wearing a hot-pink back-pack with a pop-art t-shirt in the name of fashion...

Is a goth, a German on holiday somewhere, or both God forbid.