Sunday, 21 October 2012

WAIT WAIT WAIT HOLD THE FUCK UP

Previously, when I heard the brand name "Tripp NYC" I had a very specific kind of person in mind as their customer. I could most accurately sum it up as the 14-year olds who lurk in the darkest corners of my school, wearing Glassons polar fleeces with their corsets they saved up for months to purchase.
Or the twenty year old men who lurk in a similar fashion at all ages band gigs, where fourteen year olds can show their musical prowess for playing Simple Plan and the like.
You know, clothes like these.
Turns out I was kinda wrong. Although they do create items that cater to the above groups, an actual decent amount aren't things that I would wear to a costume party. I was quite excited. Hence the all-caps post title. Sorry, Tripp NYC. I have misjudged you. 
The following (under the cut) is photographic evidence. I'd format them nicely but I gotz stuffz to do. 













P.s all jeans can be bought from trash and vaudeville xxxooooooo

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