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Ryan Narita quit his position as “Assistant Backstock Manager” last week and had some choice words for Dov Charney and the rest of the American Apparel family. Full email after the jump.
Molestache connoiseur and self-proclaimed perv, Dov Charney
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British shoe retailer Parmars is introducing the Sky Heel, a monster shoe with a nine-inch heel next year for under $100. Which is good since you’ll need the money you save for hospital bills once you fall and bust your forehead open, dislocate your shoulder and twist both ankles all while just trying to whip your hair back and forth on the dancefloor.
A "digital illustration" of the Sky Heel in "gold"
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God knows I love a lace bodysuit and a high-waisted legging, but Jennifer Hudson I don’t love them on you. It’s just not flattering. Nor is that ankle boot. Let’s discuss some alternatives.
Edited by Hilary Beck
Well well well. Fancy seeing you around here, dress that’s been on nearly every damn magazine cover this season.
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COLOR ME SHOCKED!!! Professional French sleaze Olivier Zahm loves women, but not in, like, a degrading way, bro. All those gratuitous shots of bedraggled naked chicks in Purple? It’s avant-garde, get it?
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Hey, I’m paying attention. But first, some incredibly professional, unbiased background: Miss Nicola Roberts here is from Britain’s Girls Aloud, the greatest pop group of all time. Yes, better than the Spice Girls.
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The latest trend is in. And it’s giant rat fur.
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Ah, bartenders. They’re endless fountains of wisdom who charge way too much for a bottom-shelf cocktail. And because I’m sure you’re wondering how they keep their shirttails so nicely tucked, here’s a cocktail joint sartorial secret: shirt garters. Finally, an answer to a question I didn’t really need to ask.
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UGG Australia opened its new boutique last Thursday in a party hosted by Vogue (seriously). The celebration was marred, however, when a riot broke out between Jersey soccer moms and NYU undergrads who couldn’t wait to get their French-tipped claws on the overpriced, glorified booties.
