Now that I've tidied a bit, pampered my plants, transferred my various knitting and crocheting tools from ratty KaDeWe plastic bag into rather more aesthetically pleasing old Chinese lacquer box (it was my grandmother's and it's a knock-off if there ever was one, but it's dear to me), done the dishes and the laundry and settled down from the upheaval of Friday, it's time to make a post. And what do you know, it will be a macro post.
There are things you see, in real life, that just makes you fervently wish there was such a thing as a RL fail macro equivalent. When I see someone proudly sporting a Very Expensive Brand t-shirt, nicely matched with ratty H&M jeans and a cheap and too-shiny jacket (and, gods forbid, a Louis Vuitton knock-off bag), I cringe. I want to smack them over their heads with a poster version of ( this: )
If you want to pay for a label, then fucking pay for it already. Don't traipse around in a not-so-impressive-quality t-shirt, unlovingly made by little Chinese children's sore fingers, with a logo slapped on it.
Just as bad; you wear the nasty expensive t-shirt because it's the only item that designer makes that fits
you. In that case, go buy some nice
clothes that fit you instead, ridiculously price-inflating brand or not.
There is one rule for brand clothes: The logo or name shall not be visible anywhere on clothing.
Repeat that: the logo or name shall not be visible anywhere.
Now write it down somewhere. Use a fat red pen.
Jeans may have little tags on the back pocket and the like. Discreet placement of the logo is a given. If the logo is not so discreet that it's nearly unnoticeable, the designer deserves to be smacked over the head with a poster version of ( this: )
This has been a pet peeve since the 80's. Yes, I did in fact own a Ball sweatshirt. And a pair of Poco Loco jeans. And several Poco Lino t-shirts. And a fucking Millet jacket. The only item that doesn't make my eyes bleed when looking at old photos is the Millet jacket, because lo and behold, the logo was only sewed on the inner pocket. Plus it was a nice red and black jacket, actually.
Today, the only thing I own that in any way insists on making its brand known is an Esprit bag, and even that is very discreet with its little zipper dangling things and logo-embroidered lining. Especially compared to the disgusting Louis Vuitton bags with LV LV LV LV LV LV LV stamped all over.