Imaginary Shopping Spree: Rick Owens DRKSHDW, A treehome of my own, ridiculous Roxy boardshorts

Rick Owens DRKSHDW sleeveless fleece vest, oaknyc.com

Rick Owens kind of owns me at this point in my life, simply because it all just works. It's like he's encapsulated all my main fashion tendencies -- grunge, European high modernism and a goth-romantic broodiness -- into a singular collection. I was way psyched when his DRKSHDW line came out a few years back, but even though it's "denim" and "casual," it's still way out of reach for me. Considering his main line sells in the high thousands, well, I suppose it's all relative. Still, it's worth it to dream, considering the high quality of his textiles, the way his pieces tend to last for years upon years, and the thoughtful artiness he brings to such humble staples as hoodies and jeans. I mean, look at this sleeveless sweatshirt vest -- he's blown out the hood and done that beautiful drapiness he does so well, and it's turned a skater-boy classic into something poetic and striking. It's like you should bring your skateboard to the English moors or something. (Kat)

A Treehouse, Blue Forest or otherwise

I like to play a game with myself where I wish for one thing, and then I wish for another, bigger thing to supplement the first, now meager wish, and keep on going and going with my wishes until I have defined my dream-wish life to a weirdly high degree of specificity. What I mean is, what's the point of wishing for a vintage Missoni minidress if you don't have a Pulitzer Prize reception lunch to wear it to? And why would I be at a Pulitzer Prize reception lunch if I hadn't written a novel to get me there? And if I've written a novel, what's its deal? Where and when did I write it, and what hot dude or dog was it inspired by? And how could I ever be motivated to do anything if I didn't live in a treehouse?

As of late, I've been feeling pretty uncomfortable with the excessive marketing and advertisement of enviromentalism; it seems so obviously counter-productive. A lot of buzzwords and propaganda, but very little education and explanation. My point being: if eco-friendliness is something you strive for, you should probably live in a goddamn treehouse, not watch some dumb NBC variety show extravaganza about the importance of I'm Not A Plastic Bags. That's what I'm planning on: you know, after I do my laundry, bake banana bread, plug a Fender Rhodes into a wah-wah pedal, sit under a waterfall, make a killing in T-bonds, invent time travel, and marry Adrien Grenier. (Laura)

Roxy Polka Party Boardshorts, Pacsun.com

The other day while driving to Nature Mart to get my fresh-pressed apple juice and Wild Ginger Harvest trail mix, I spotted a boy walking up Hillhurst wearing really short black-and-neon-green boardshorts, some sort of batik t-shirt with lots of elephants all over it, and a pair of red flip-flops. He had hair like the curly-haired bloke from !!!, who miraculously just came onto my iTunes shuffle as soon as I started typing this sentence (seriously - how bananas is that???). Anyway, if I were going out with the dude from Hillhurst, I'd totally wear these shorts all the time, maybe even with a baja hoodie. (Liz)

Posted by Kat, Liz and Laura in Imaginary Shopping Spree
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