Does anybody else laugh when J. Press’ mainline sends out emails advertising their “fresh spring/summer/fall/winter looks”? Because I’d totally believe it if it wasn’t J. Press. Fresh isn’t really their thing anymore. Actually, I don’t go to them for fresh. That’s what Brooks Brothers is for. Nah, J. Press should embrace its overall sameness because that’s a very comforting thing. J. Press is like a book in your library: you have no idea exactly how long it’s been there, but you’ve always had it, and you have no reason to get rid of it, and it’ll be there long after you die, because your kids won’t want to move it from that spot, either. No, J. Press is just fine as it is. So please, don’t send out emails telling me about your “Fresh spring looks” when that’s a) a lie and b) exactly what I don’t want to hear coming from J. Press’ mainline.
The State of Women’s Fashion WIWT Blogs, As Observed By An Outsider
Coat draped over shoulder, never worn, sleeves dangling. Sporting Isabel Marant sneaker wedges, carrying a Celine tote. Wearing “skinnies” and “sunnies”. High-Low. Something, anything from Zara (apparently Zara is acceptable, revered even, in womenswear). An item that’s slouch-y, drape-y, poof-y, perfect-y, as long as it ends in -y. Bracelets on top of bracelets, wrapped inside a bracelet, with a bracelet dangling off a bracelet, putting Pitti mewelry stackers to shame. Faux streetstyle scene, in a romantic/awkward pose. Quality photography, not Tumblr/Insta/menswear mirror selfies. DSLR stuck on shallow depth. Contests to “win this stuff I’m already wearing”. REAL ad revenue, paid for looking cute.
Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, oh man