I used to make myself think that I actually cared about fashion week, and Paris, and runways and all a that jazz. As it turns out, I actually don't seem to care that much. Now I'm not saying that I don't find it awesome or that the people who actually do are label snobs and fashion whores, #IMJUSTSAYING that I don't mind being just a regular ol' oustider looking in, who at the end of the day still has 2 novels to read, 4 poems to analyze, and an essay due on Tuesday. My hands are kind of full with this whole English thing at the moment. Now what I do love are the regular people who go there. I guess we could say that the definition of "regular" is fairly subjective, but I think you know where I'm trying to go with this. I suppose I just find it very interesting to see what people with money [or just excellent taste and know how] can do with an outfit. I know this is going to be a bit cliche for me to say, but I find it all somewhat....inspirational?
Tommy Ton's Street Style: Milan Fashion Week. My favorites.
Once again, I'm not downing those real fans out there, I guess the easiest way for me to say it is that I'm just a "regular" guy who likes cool clothes, that's all. Don't go giving me that RAGE face.