Discussion in 'Streetwear and Denim' started by Eason, Feb 1, 2010.
yeah but those sneakers and those pants are awful awful awful.
Really, they're not. Maybe his pants could be hemmed slightly, but he nails the margiela look.
I think the hem is too wide, it's sloppy compared to the top. Taper or hem.
that ervell looks awesome on you, love the black boots. Excellent soft-militaria.
drunk+fast scrolling had me thinking mellowfellow just grew a topknot and shaved the sides.
Yah, I did when I was talking to hendrix. I actually explained I was gonna go back to wearing my shit on the reg during that argument as well. The only reason why I even stopped wearing my clothes in school was I thought it had a negative impact on me. The reason why i thought this was brads gf gave recommended I read a book, and it helped me change into a more positive person. I thought wearing black shit was just gonna keep me in that state of mind, but then I realized that was irrelevant.
What was the book, if you don't mind sharing?
Yo Lane, just want to say it's good to hear about someone actively trying to make their life better. I've known a lot of miserable people that stay miserable because they're too lazy or scared to change. Some years back I was in a similar spot and decided I wasn't going to stay that way. Now I can't imagine what would've happened if I'd just kept going the same direction I was headed. And def agree that whether you wear a lot of black or not is irrelevant.
hey thank you for these posts, they mean a lot, honestly....
Eckhart Tolle's "The New World" thats the book, linguist.
I felt like a fag for reading it at first, I actually tossed it aside and didn't read it for like two months. I randomly just chose to one day, and it changed me completely. Glad I got to thank her and brad when I met them. Just realized that the "voice" in my head was my greatest enemy and not my comfortable refuge which I originally thought.
Why deny yourself the knowledge of what a festering cesspool of filth and despair the world really is? I can't imagine ever wanting to willingly delude myself into thinking this life is worth living and that happiness is anything but a construct or has ever existed. My lack of ambition is the only thing keeping me alive anymore.
I really thought that, it was especially hard for me since I had "self-educated" myself with Stirner, Nietzsche, Shopenhauer, Sartr. All of which pretty much ruined me mentally. Existentialism as a whole really wasn't a good route to take in highschool, lol.
When I feel sad I like to have sex. Carnal pleasure is the only way to deal with the black abyss that is life.
all new meaning to "when you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you"
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