Edited by Lester Brathwaite
The best bits you have missed on FashionIndie this week, including tributes to Whitney Houston and Donna Summer, god-awful musician tattoos, the most chic penis leggings you’ll (hopefully) ever see and dressing for your drug use.
Edited by Lester Brathwaite
It seems like you can’t turn on the radio, or more realistically open up your Pandora, without hearing some serious name-dropping in your favorite tunes. But label-whoring in lyrics goes way back in the day before Kanye West was the Louis Vuitton Don and Gwen Stefani‘s Harajuku-mania.
Edited by Amanda Gabriele
Thrifting is my most beloved hobby when I get a moment of free time. I come across the good, bad and just plain zany when I go on these excursions. Usually, I enjoy pieces that are tongue-in-cheek like Boy Scout shirts, old lady shades and Coogi sweaters. These things are great when found secondhand. Yesterday, however, a customer came into work wearing jeans that said “Coogi” and had crazy neon embroidery across the front. To say the least, I’m still confused. I thought Coogi sweaters were for retired playboys living in golfing communities in South Beach. Regardless, I pulled a few photos of this “contemporary Coogie” movement I’ve been seeing. I think it’s whack, but what is your opinion?
