I know, I know, I’m seventy million years behind in obsessing about American Apparel.
Truth be told, I’ve been wearing AA for a couple of years now, visiting stores in London and San Francisco, loveloveloving their deep-v-tees and classic hooded sweatshirts.
At the moment, however, these items specifically make my shrivelled heart beat a little faster:
p.s. the overtly sexual ads? don’t bother me at all.
p.p.s. the allegations against Dov Charney make me purse my lips, wrinkle my eyebrows and say “hmmm” but allegations are allegations. Simple as that.
p.p.p.s I cannot cannot CANNOT buy another pair of sunglasses. If the weather is fine this weekend I will take photos and show you my collection. I think I have a pair for every day of the week. At least.