Shopping in Indianapolis?. Â To me this city is a nightmare in terms of fashion shopping. Â The only things I have bought here so far are a pair of sketchers shoes I bought in Â Nordstrom when I first came here for school 2 years ago, two Paul Frank t-shirts and a pair of gloves also in Nordstrom last year, and definitely nothing more than those. I have been to that Raleigh's for once or twice; I am not the kind of people who wear Brioni or Sartoria Attonlini, therefore I can't make judgement on their selection of conservative style, but the selection of Etro and one or two other similiar brands are really not so appealing, just so much like what you find in those so-called contemporary designers' section of Neiman Marcus. I am not an American, therefore I proabably shouldn't comment on Americans' taste for clothes in Midwest. Â But to be frank, it's really not so interesting. Â The Barneys store in Chicago, they don't even have Comme des Garcons, not even the shirt line from CdG. Â There's one time I wore a pair of Eley Kishimoto sneakers which have very nice and interesting prints. Â Then lots of people in the school and on the streets stared at me or my sneakers like I were E.T. Â I am so drepressed and miss New York so much. Â My Balenciaga heavy wool tweed pants. Â Why didn't I buy them when I was there.:-( Sorry if this message offends people in Indianapolis or even in Midwest America. Â I guess I just ended up at a wrong place for school.
Arise from your depression, young Jedi. Â You have come to the perfect place for school. When I was in college the last thing I concerned myself with was clothing. Â I mean, have things changed in college so much since 1991, or was I completely out of it? Â Sweats and jeans and a cup of coffee or a beer, man. Â I never even knew about all this fashion/suit crap until about 10 years after college, after traveling and working shetty jobs and about five crazy relationships. It is not a student's job to shop for fancy clothing. Â The best girls (the ones with imagination in bed who can talk and can tear you away from utter self-absorption) like guys for whom a sweatshirt and Levis are good enough. You are not supposed to go in to Raleigh Limited. Â Get away from there. Â What are you thinking? Â Out. Â Away. Â Go. Â Study. Â Learn stuff. Â Make things. Â Connect with your comrades, your women, not salespeople, not yourself in front of a mirror. You are about to enter the coldest world you cannot even possibly begin to imagine, complete with a car payment and a commute and a cubical and a little flourescent lamp and an administrative assistant who pops bubble gum all day while listening to Q-95, and you're concerned about the freakin' selection of Etro in Indianapolis? Â My god. Â What a complete waste of time. Look, look. Â Go audit a science class and pick up on one of the women in there. No, no, wait. Â Go take your sneaker money and head to a salon in Broad Ripple and ask a stylist out to coffee. No, no, wait. Â Go take your Etro money and use it to fly to Bangkok... No, no, wait