Snerf. Came across this this out there on the internads. (Via Feministe.) As a former resident of the Lower East Side which, at the time at least, was World HQ for this shit, I could go on and on and on about this until skinny jeans go back out of style. I could talk about what I think this aesthetic represents, whether I think it had it's day, or whether I think it even had a day in the first place.
Instead I am going to tell you something I think is funny.
I left the Lower East soon after I met Manpants, because once I was in a couple, there was just NO POINT. The only reason for me to live there was to make out with people. That was really all. As good a reason for choosing a neighborhood as any, I guess.
I wouldn't have articulated it like that while I was there, I probably would have said "oh, there are so many things to do, and awesome young people, and really great cheese plates at every single restaurant," but now I see right through... myself, I guess. I see right through myself in the past.
So basically what I am saying is since I'm over it, it's obviously over. It's great being an arbiter of everything. So it goes for Terry Richardson, so it goes for Vice, and so on, and so on. But I'm going to make an exception for Dov Charney, not because I'm enamored of the soft-core bright-flash I've-got-her-locked-in-my-basement aesthetic, or because I feel particularly good about what he's adding to the cultural discourse, but because, as the wise Jill Murray once told me, "if you want a t-shirt that makes you look hot, you buy it from a pervert."