ok so allow me to begin this whole "official" (read: not myspace)
blogging thang with a bang.
I HATE THE SARTORIALIST.
i hate him. i hate his photos, they are the same fucking girl 6000 times in this season's coat and a stiletto or a guy with rolled up pants and douchey sunglasses and a man purse. and then they appear with some dumb fucking caption that makes the whole thing so, so, SO MUCH WORSE. (AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HIS SELF-FUCKING-PORTRAITS IN CAFES IN MILAN)
the whole site fills me with rage. i stay away from it because i fear for my blood pressure.
BUT once a month i go, i look, i scream at my laptop, and i send jpgs to my friends titled I DIDN'T THINK HE COULD TOP HIMSELF and I STILL HATE HIM.
here is the latest thing to make me see red:
ARE YOU FOR FUCKING REAL? WHO TALKS LIKE THIS? THIS IS WHAT YOU THOUGHT GREENWICH VILLAGE WOULD LOOK LIKE? WHEN? IN 1948? SHUT UUUPPPPPPPP. ohhhh jesus. i need to do my yoga breathing...or punch a wall.