Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Fashion FYI

"Pedophile Glasses" - Friend X
I'm feeling crotchety ATM, so I figure I'll have a little rant.

More than three years ago I bought these glasses (or similar, and Hella cheaper) from a country chemist. This is so far back Wayfarers were starting to re-emerge. I thought they were cracking. A friend of mine referred to them hideous, summarising them as "pedophile glasses" at which we all had a good laugh.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

No Likey: Supre Ad Backlash

Everyone seems to be gloating about the recent banning of a Supre ad-campaign. Ostensibly this is because the ad was too overtly sexual to be displayed on public television and displayed on busses. Supre is, after all marketed to the 'Tween' market. Although almost every female (and thus inclined male) I know has at least one piece from there. 'It's great for basics!' - quoth they.

ASB spokeswoman Sari Mattila has stated "The complaints focus mainly on the sexualised content, the time slot in which the ad is shown, and also the promotion of body size."

Opinion pieces have revelled in the campaigns removal. But why? Because of its overt sexuality? Haven't we been through this for three or more decades with brands such as Levi, Calvin Klein, and almost any perfume ever?

Monday, May 30, 2011

It's That Time...blerghhhh


Hey y'allsies. Apology for the lack of updates. I'm not feeling very wordsy ATM (don't worry, I've been busy writing other things; a story about skinny bitches for instance.) So today it's just a simple photo essay on things I've been likey-ing lately. Namely clothes. 

I say screw all this retro (or worse, faux-retro) collegiate fashion, I want shiny, plastic and futuristic and lazer cut. This also entails - much to chagrin of a friend who once forbade me entering the North Face store, lest I buy a jacket - Goretex®. 


The inspiration


It was all inspired by a hooligan on the train. Sure, he was a chubby little punk with his flanny-heaving up around his flabby pink stomach. Sure the only place he tucked said-shirt in was at his very low slung crotch, which created the visual effect of a kind of sartorial dick-tuck. His big-glossy Nike shoes looked good.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

YOU BUY IT! Happy Socks

I am getting way too excited by looking at the Happy Socks website.And before you gets to thinking it's gonna be all 'spensive, these socks are (on average) $10. Ten-dolla!  I can testify that they're well worth the kerrblingy. 

They even do Batik! It looks like luxurious spew! SPEW SOCKS PEOPLE!


Oh god! The possibilities are endless! Behold - Deranged clown feet!
Dotties!


I am frothing at the places my feet will go.. Harriet the Spy may have said "If I were the kid with the purple socks, I'd kill myself." But that kid is looking mighty stylish now.