death of American Apparel???

Ever since high school I've dreamed of squeezing into one of American Apparels (AA) tight leather pants.  Being that i was on the dance team and a couple of sizes bigger than everyone else, i stayed clear of the store that catered to the food deprived.  Even though its been a couple of years since my fabulous days as a dancer my dreams of those brightly colored v-neck T's and tight leather pants never died.  I can still remember how the dance instructor ordered every ones  clothes from AA but not mines..mine were from a store i liked to call "my dresser" Of course i could always find something that went along with everyone else's ordered clothing style but mine lacked life they lacked American Apparel! 


it's sort of sad you know..I'm in college now and about the same weight i was in high school....still i dare not go near that store, but its like a piece of me will die when AA is forced to close their fabulously fluorescent door due to bankruptcy.  In time I'm sure that a store with even more flair and pizazz will emerge from the ashes left behind by American Apparel...hopefully one that caters to those needing a pair of fluorescent green pants

fashion?

Whether it's Tyra Bank's remarks about the girl with the skinniest waist, the fact that American Apparel is on it's death bed, or that we live in a world in which Naomi Campbell is no longer just famous for beat up assistants, the month of August has proven to be an eventful one. But besides the Naomi and Tyra scandels, my biggest concern the American Apparel story.

beached out by a child...

The concept of "child",  you assume would consists of a person between the ages of 4-10, but for me...the concept of a child is someone who acts childish, someone who views the world in an egocentric way "they are the center of the universe".  Someone who doesn't care if their in a crowded room, they'll kick and scream all they want until they get what they want. These characteristics is what I view as the definition of being a child. Unfortunately the child of which i speak is about 35 years ahead of the (4-10) standard.

This person just so happens to be my dad, the oldest living child i know.

Strange wigged Dog

           Being the kind of person whose always up for something new i thought "hey let me start my own blog, you know maybe just write about my everyday tasks" Well as i began the trivial job of signing up, i realized that if i was going to blog, then i wanted my words to have meaning behind them.  i know this might sound a little corny or w/e but i wanted my blog to be much like the blog started by America Ferrera in the Hit sitcom Ugly Betty. Of course my blog wouldn't be as how you say life changing as hers was but i hope to at least catch the attention of a few passers. 
            Fashion has aways been my calling and being gay i feel has only given to my interest. The fabrics, the glitter, the heels, NYC, all are dear loves of mine. I can't tell you how many reruns of Ugly Betty of seen or how many times i've rewinded scenes in The Devil Wears Prada, but what i can tell you, is how i  would give anything to have my dream of becoming a fashion journalist.