I disassembled an ill-fitting bow tie a couple of nights ago in preparation to imitate a necklace shown to me by a friend over the weekend:
It was obviously a complicated project considering the laborious minute I spent fastening the chain to the tie and then struggling to clasp the chain together. Hand me a viscose Wang t-shirt and some soiled chinos and BAM; I'm an imprisoned child sewing buttons on a pair of Forever 21 skinny jeans in a decrepit factory infamously located on the hard-knock streets of Connecticut.
When I threw on the second one, I imagined being victim to some sort of freak accident where the inch-long sharp tip somehow stabbed me to death due to my reaction from meeting Magdalena Frackowiak at Subway. The industrial safety pin obviously beckoned to be strung onto a rotting rope chain, which always leaves a nice metal-y scent on your clavicles.
The marble effect at Rodarte, 80s Manhattan and monstrous shoulders at Marc Jacobs, the Alexander Wang girl is 'growing up', & pom poms at DVF. Did I miss anything ... important? I'd rather dip my head in a bucket of syphilis than stand to review the rest of the Fall 09 collections. That's why we have EDITORS, people!
Haha please disregard everything I said in this post.