Now I guess I'll have to tell ‘em That I got no cerebellum Gonna get my Ph.D. I'm a teenage LOBOTOMY
Cerebral gelatinizing brands like Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister have succeeded in their voodoo magic over most of America where chopped up puka shell necklaces, cargo shorts, and tooly jean cuts (that make us want to throw up in our mouths... then swallow) are still very much prevalent. They provide the option to "get this look" on their online store where combos of gut wrenching outfits are thrown together, spoon feeding the meek whose individuality has melted into a cottage cheese like mush; the loss of cognitive power over personal self thought is among us.
Now we're not saying you have to get all Molly Ringwald on us and widdle your own prom dress from salvo bits and drift wood like a deranged hippy, but have some fucking pride in what you wear. And who better to save the Cali damsel in fashion-hungry distress than Australian brand: Insight. Like agent 007, Jesse Faen jet packed into Los Angeles, strapped on his electromagnetic Rolex, and Aston Martin-ed his way onto the scene ready to take out evil, industrial forces.
After some hard work's time, Insight is very much a part of what The Closet (theCloset.com) calls California Couture... whatever the hell that means. We'd be preaching to the chorus if we went on to explain how much we love Insight for its stylish threads, mind blowing campaigns, and shared ideas that alcohol and art are a blessed blend. All that aside, the people affiliated and the established protocol Insight represents is what backhands other brands that have to compete with a spicy chicken sandwich for a lasting impression.
So here's a photo zoo to exhibit the animals of Insight's sample sale and Garage Artist show from the past weeks.
How Insight saved California from Lobotomy
Now I guess I'll have to tell ‘em
That I got no cerebellum
Gonna get my Ph.D.
I'm a teenage LOBOTOMY
Cerebral gelatinizing brands like Abercrombie & Fitch and Hollister have succeeded in their voodoo magic over most of America where chopped up puka shell necklaces, cargo shorts, and tooly jean cuts (that make us want to throw up in our mouths... then swallow) are still very much prevalent. They provide the option to "get this look" on their online store where combos of gut wrenching outfits are thrown together, spoon feeding the meek whose individuality has melted into a cottage cheese like mush; the loss of cognitive power over personal self thought is among us.
Now we're not saying you have to get all Molly Ringwald on us and widdle your own prom dress from salvo bits and drift wood like a deranged hippy, but have some fucking pride in what you wear. And who better to save the Cali damsel in fashion-hungry distress than Australian brand: Insight. Like agent 007, Jesse Faen jet packed into Los Angeles, strapped on his electromagnetic Rolex, and Aston Martin-ed his way onto the scene ready to take out evil, industrial forces.
After some hard work's time, Insight is very much a part of what The Closet (theCloset.com) calls California Couture... whatever the hell that means. We'd be preaching to the chorus if we went on to explain how much we love Insight for its stylish threads, mind blowing campaigns, and shared ideas that alcohol and art are a blessed blend. All that aside, the people affiliated and the established protocol Insight represents is what backhands other brands that have to compete with a spicy chicken sandwich for a lasting impression.
So here's a photo zoo to exhibit the animals of Insight's sample sale and Garage Artist show from the past weeks.
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by The Seppos
April 15, 2009