A couple weeks ago my brother turned 23- Happy Birthday to Daniel. And for his present my mother gave him a "coupon" redeemable for a shopping trip. This naturally means that I took Daniel shopping. I do not say this in bitterness, shopping with my brother is one of my favorite things!
So off to Burlington we go. But of course the irony of shopping is when you want to buy things there is nothing that catches your fancy, but when you have no money to buy things, everything catches your fancy. We found ourselves in this predicament, but we were not deterred. We turned that store out for anything that we mildly liked, and actually found some pretty dang good shirts for like five bucks each. I am kinda a big deal when it comes to shopping. So as we were leaving the store I was on some sort of deal finding high and asked Daniel if he wanted to go to the next door store, which was Marshalls. He appeased me and we went in.
I would also like to add I was so extremely controlled while we were shopping. I usually kind of go crazy and look for lots of clothes for me, and buy clothes lots of clothes for me with my nonexistent cash flow, but I made this trip for Daniel, and did not try on a single thing!
Ok back to the extremely long drawn out story. So we walked into to Marshalls and started perusing through the shirts. A couple days prior to this whole shopping extravaganza Daniel and I were poking fun at Ed Hardy designs and the complete silliness that fads cause cultures. Actually Daniel's girlfriend and I were poking fun at Ed Hardy, and Daniel being different decided he favored Ed Hardy.
So while we were browsing the racks the last thing I would ever hope for (strictly fashion speaking, I am actually not this shallow) happened. Daniel picked out the most frightening and disturbing shirt on the planet exclaiming this was to be included in the shirts to buy. I cannot even put into words the absurdness of this shirt so I will not even try. Here is a picture:
After trying to convince me that this was the coolest shirt ever and it was so comfortable and amazing, I would not budge. I could not let my own flesh and blood advertise this.
I may be sounding a bit harsh towards this company, but I do not hate them as much as I am letting on. Some of their designs I may of actually worn. But now that I have seen this, that is not a possibility anymore.
I am not going to lie (which I usually don't because I am so bad at it!), but I feel kind of bad knocking Don Ed Hardy and his creepy designs so I decided to take a deeper look into his career, and what I found out has made not dislike his aesthetic so much, well I actually still don't like it at all- but it makes more sense now.
So this guy, Don Ed Hardy, already gained more respect from me when I learned he is a Southern Californian native. No explanation needed. He is originally a tattoo artist who draws from Japanese aesthetics in his designs. This may be because he actually studied tattooing in Japan in the 1970s. So I guess I wrongly judged this guy. Maybe it is makes perfect sense that his designs don't appeal to me because I am not a tattoo type of person, and especially not a "skull tattoo inspired" shirt person.
The moral of the story is for every person there is a shirt. Even the people that like tongue touching skulls who tell the world to "make love". I just may not be that person, but who I am to say you shouldn't be!
Daniel- I hope you will still be my friend after seeing this post!
We are still friends. But I am really wishing that I had forced you to let me buy that shirt. Coolest thing ever.
ReplyDeleteHaha I don't think you could have convinced me. Next you will want jeans with bejeweled pockets!
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