I'm tired of the cloned robot Barbie and Ken's with plastic smiles, empty eyes, and bad fashion spawned by People Magazine, Reality T.V. Shows, and Coach Purses. Where fashion statements are about the number of rhinestones on your outfit, or logos you are wearing. My mission is to put style back into the word "style" to turn off the mindless Barbie switches, and to wake up the world.

"I just give a damn." - M.I.A.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Urban NIGHTMARE.





Okay a discussion is in order regarding an important matter. So I was strolling in and out of some stores the other day, just seeing the crap that is being sold to the mass population and mentally taking notes on any things I noticed that were shady carbon copy's of recent Haute Couture runway shows, as well as scoping out the men's department in each store (if offered) to gather up some idea's for my own line, when I walked into none other than Urban Outfitters. What the crap has happened to that store?  Seriously, back in the day Urban used to be a kind of cutting edge store selling some stuff that was uber marketable, but they always maintained an ecclectic atmosphere. Why in the world has that store exploded into a hipster nightmare? Everything is in neutral's or faux leather of faux fur, and it ALL looks the same. Flat sandals (so over) flat mock Uggs (puke!) and mixed with boring shirts and gypsy looking jewelry, all maintaing that 'I'm soooo earthy' attitude, but the stuff is soooooo mass produced it's the farthest thing from eco-friendly. I swear that every person in there had like ratty mullets or dread's and they alllllllllll looked the same. I was so pissed just standing in this store I hardly recognized anymore, I couldn't help but think "is this what happens to originiality? Do they sell out their name to become boring but profitable??" So then I made it a personal vendetta to find something with bright colors, ONE thing with color. I searched for twenty minutes, and was swallowed alive by khaki colored skirts, olive shirts, and white, cheaply made dresses. I left feeling disappointed, as I couldn't help but to mentally compare that store to the nightmare known as Forever 21. or I'm sorry, XXI. COME ON. Those store are freaking crap. And as I watched another clove smoking, coffee drinking, hipster enter into that store, I couldn't help but to think how desperate the fashion world needs me. If not me, then who?