A seemingly natural execution and implementation of beautifully constructed garments is a true gift, one that I am especially reminded of being back on the east coast. Seeing a matching velour sweatsuit and ed hardy bag today in the lab, devastated me to my core. I almost feel like alerting her to her mistake is on par with telling your best friend she has spinach in her teeth - it is your duty as a human being. Halifax is like a never ending vortex of bad fashion. And not the kind of art-student poor attempts, like thanks for trying shit - just inexcusable poor taste. I suppose one could argue that people are more concerned with more important matters (politics! dinner! babies! barack winning the peace prize?!) but the truth is that these are actual attempts at looking good. Being aware of not trying is completely different to being clueless.
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