2000 and Late

It has just come to my attention that my father recently stumbled across my blog, and when I say “stumbled” I mean actively searched for it after I threatened to burn our home down should he ever so much as google my name. While I do feel somewhat hindered, I will try with every fiber of my being to maintain the increasingly high quality of this blog despite knowing that my own father will be reading every stupid entry.

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Christmas List '09 - "Maison Martin Margiela: 20 Years The Exhibition"

I suppose when one decides to major in fashion design and attempt to maintain a “fashion” blog, they open themselves up to a variety of expectations and stereotypes. This past Thursday evening, I was both cattily and sarcastically referred to as a “fashion expert” by a gay idiot at a bad party who just happened to be wearing a pair of purple jeans.

Most mildly retarded people wouldn’t even joke about me considering myself to be a fashion expert. I am more than aware of the fact that I have less than five actual “outfits” and I still manage to get profoundly confused and frustrated when I dress myself every day. Having an appreciation and interest in design is a little different from having an opinion on what people actually wear on a daily basis. Even though I might think colored denim and Hitler Youth haircuts are a little “2000 and Late“, I could honestly give two shits about what people actually choose to adorn their disgusting bodies with.

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Christmas List '09 - "Pi by Givenchy"

I’ve recently realized how important a persons scent is. I’d have to say that smell is capable of attracting me to a person more than their looks or personality, so I try and remember make an effort and use some kind of fragrance.

Lately I’ve been using “Diagonal” by Gareth Pugh but I’ve been trying not to get attached and preserve it for special occasions since it’s limited edition.

I think my recent interest in the scents of myself and others was caused by my friend Anni when she informed me that I am “one of those kids that always smells like detergent”. Detergent smells nice enough, but I’m not particularly interested in reminding people of their freshly cleaned panties.