They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas – well, I’m here to tell you that what happens in sweatshirts should be shared with those that not only live in Vegas, but the world – a sentiment proving no less true for the sweatshirt in question, despite it’s insignia.
I’ve noticed a growing trend consisting of cutting some portion of, well, any article off – thereby letting your elbows, knees, clavicle, what have you, run free and wild. Most importantly, I’ve seen the breezy trend in sweatshirts, not unlike this one by yours truly. I’m not saying I’m a trendsetter, but, well, if the manipulated sweatshirt fits. And while you might be thinking that the trend is more circa Kelly Kapowski than not, I’m here to inform you that it probably is. And that it’s okay.
You’re fierce, you’re an animal.
I’ve always tried to go against the backpack grain – in the sense that I willfully fight the stigma that men who carry bags are less than (what we are in fact lass than, I’m not entirely sure), whether said bags be shoulder, back or otherwise.
With the dawn of a new school age fast approaching, hip 20-somethings everywhere are searching for the perfect I-care-enough-but-not-too-much bag for their complimentary outfits. You can never have enough things to put your other things in, don’t ya think?
The bag featured above is a vintage leather backpack I came across during my travels of Queen St West and I can say with some certainty, similar bags may not be readily available, since I spent many a day searching for the one in question. But hope is not a black abyss, I come baring other options.
Images via Urban Outfitters.
Urban Outfitters does a pretty snazzy, roomy and most importantly (to me, at least) simple backpack to suit just about anyone’s carrying needs. This courier style backpack is the latest rage amongst people who have almost nothing to do with couriering and everything to do with being 22. A attribute we cannot hold against them, or me.
Until next time – carry on, my wayward sons.
“Do you like my shirt?” I said. “I was actually just about to say I don’t. It just looks like a cheap blue shirt.” he said.
The grace and effortlessness of my semi-spilt aside, I’ll be the first to admit that I love to throw down with a good ol’ expensive-as-shit button down – but part, probably most, of me enjoys the cheaper side of things. That is to say, the cheap blue shirt featured above.
If I’m going to be completely honest, which I am, 85 percent of my closet, and this blog, is berated with things that someone else called ‘mine’ before me and if I was a betting man, which I am, I’d bet someone else before them.
We all wish we could have the pieces and brands we’re drenched with everyday, either from the top bloggers we admire or the magazines we wish we wrote for. But when reality strikes and we realize we had Marc Jacobs instead of dinner, the buyer’s high wears off, and your $900 Marc Jacobs FW12 Suede Jacket starts look a little less like a jacket and a little more like rent.
Or maybe I’m just bitter my friend called my shirt ugly.