I drove past this couple weeks back, the whole area was just ruins. perfect for apocalyptic fits
and growth creeping into the urban setting, packs of formerly domesticated dogs roaming the streets
people using front yards of abandoned homes on large boulevards as fields for crops
needles strew across floors, signs that junkies had been near by
I live in Siberia. It's all like that and everyone is wearing a shitty black leather/pleather jacket. And it feels like they lost all hope around the turn of the millenium. But if you wanted to get on that apocalyptic shit, this is the place.
Who needs fashionable friends? I have enough exposure to fashunz sitting in coffee shops looking down at dudes in cropped pants and clark's dbs and timexes while I condescendingly sip my machiatto thinking about how they just don't get fashion because they're not wearing assorted japanese or belgianese fabrics and maybe while I'm sitting there I'll think about instagramming a detail shot of my alpaca scarf and titling it "Hour of the Star"