Someone has to say it: let's announce the death of grunge.
It's been glutting magazines and the blogosphere, and after months of ripped, black, gauzy, gothy, shredded fishnetted punky-studded whatever-have-you on me, you and your uncle it's time to retire, pack up and move on. Leather is tough: put that shit in your closet and it won't suffer without you.
Even Alexander Wang, the Big Wang of Grunge, is moving on. Check out his Spring 2010 collection: lots of warm khaki, cherry pie sports americana, a sweet hint of sassy schoolgirl, and looky here black has been shunted onto the ground (on the feet), down where it belongs. Good riddance!
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It's been glutting magazines and the blogosphere, and after months of ripped, black, gauzy, gothy, shredded fishnetted punky-studded whatever-have-you on me, you and your uncle it's time to retire, pack up and move on. Leather is tough: put that shit in your closet and it won't suffer without you.
Even Alexander Wang, the Big Wang of Grunge, is moving on. Check out his Spring 2010 collection: lots of warm khaki, cherry pie sports americana, a sweet hint of sassy schoolgirl, and looky here black has been shunted onto the ground (on the feet), down where it belongs. Good riddance!