careful where thee tread

i sit in awe.

the world of fashion turns out such hideous and offensive bile to the young and eager slightly over-blushed masses of american youth who put themselves in debt to buy low-grade synthetics sewn by 13 year olds trying to make a living. no one looks good in this crap because it is impossible to respectfully glorify anything with this offensive attempt.

i sit in awe.

the world of fashion turns out such harmoneous, fantastic feats of garment engineering to the young and eager slightly over-glossed masses of americans who live a more priveleged life who put to work their accountants to make appropriate payments to american express to sluff off thier most recent shopping day out, including the three o'clock refresher at the coffee bean, to buy these examples of what clothing can mean when the person behind the spec sheet throws a little bit of their heart into the satin camisole with pintucking in just the right spot. everyone looks fabulous in this... it celebrates, in a realistic and not cheesy or silly way, the human body and just how good people look when they are confident, and so were the fools scheming their outfit at conception.

it's a beautiful balance.