Showing posts with label American Apparel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American Apparel. Show all posts

Monday, 27 June 2011

Body Talk



I'm not alone in thinking these bodysuits are beyond hideous, am I?



Honestly, I can't fathom any excuse for their existence.


(Via American Apparel)

Not a one.

* Oh and by the way, apologies for the nipple, but I thought it illustrated my point on how awful they are. And for any men reading this - you're welcome. *

Tuesday, 29 September 2009

In the Bag

(Image via American Apparel)

Is it a sign of the utter degradation of my character that I am really excited about buying myself a £15 nylon gym bag?

Tuesday, 26 May 2009

Ahhhhhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah


Yeah yeah, I'm back. Brilliant. It's POURING down in London and I am still damp to the shin region from my schlep in to work this morning so I'm not in the best of moods. And there is a really weird smell coming from beneath my desk which is driving me mad. It's not completely unpleasant but it's unusual and I fear change and I don't understand why it is here. So I am slightly distracted and blue.

So whilst I was happy and in Florence I noticed that bloody loads of the Euro Teens are Aztec-ing it up. Really? Do we HAVE to do this again? I understand we're doing the 80's trend thing(serious, 80's is the 'big trend' at least once a year now, does that mean it's still accurate to call it 80's? It's just a sort of perma-bad-taste-era thing isn't it?). I am FINE with shoulder pads. Good, fine. I am not OK with an Aztec print. It's all too Mysterious Cities of Gold for my liking. I couldn't BEAR that programme as a kid and it went on for like, absolutely EVER. Gah!
American Apparel (which I can now pronounce, but still can't work out of I like or absolutely loathe) really want to sell us some Aztec shiz.


(Images via American Apparel)

The Harem pants offend me in particular.

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Slippery When Wet

(Image via American Apparel)
O'phishully bored now. Uh-huh, 'kay?