February 17, 2021

Label Whore


I am so not into name brands, at least not anymore. But at one time I had to have what was cool. I think wearing name brands made me think I was popular, because anybody who knew me in high school knows that the truth was pretty much opposite of that.

I had one close friend. "Sally." Sally came in second in the "best looking" category of our yearbook's superlatives. I realize years later that I had a massive crush on her, (again another story) but back in the day, I got to spend a lot of time with Sally, and that meant I got to spend some time around the popular crowd.

Which meant, of course, I had to dress hip.

1. Farlows: Skin tight jeans that literally stuck to your body. I think farlow helped pave the way for cameltoe.

2. ID#: These shirts rocked, although I don't really understand the fashion statement that goes with the "hey, let's make a line of shirts that people wear inside out." They sort of looked like pajamas, but they had really cool prints. Still, inside out?

3. Z Cavarrici: There is no excuse for these pants. Really. Can you say guido?

4. Gear: These bags were so cool, with their bubbly 3-D designs. I had one bag that had these hearts on it. The only downside is that they didn't have straps and each bag was essentially a clutch. Ughh...

5. Justin Boots: Even though there were no cowboys on Long Island, you had to have a pair of $200 Justin boots. Accept no imitations.

I am so glad I'm not a label whore. I am so glad that I feel vintage these days. I don't miss the labels. I don't think I ever will.

Posted by jamye at February 17, 2021 03:00 PM