In response to this, an email was received with the following sign-off:
P.S. BTW, an Alexander McQueen suit?? You bitch.
But really, the label means nothing to me. It's just a nice black moleskin suit, boxy yet fitted, from a sample sale or something. Cost less than $150.00.
As an exploration as to whether or not I am a label whore, so begins a week-long investigative report in which the clothes on my back will be investigated and conclusions drawn. Next Friday the decision will be made if I am a label-whore or not.
- One-size-fits-most, made in Bangladesh wool-ish black hat with ear flaps.
- Navy Burton snow-board jacket.
- Black Gap ribbed turtle neck. (Sharon Stone and I have too much in common.)
- Label-ripped-out-because-it-was-itchy thermal undershirt from Century 21.
- Some jeans - okay, they're Seven Jeans, but they were a gift from Mister Offender, so do they count?
- 2xist No-Show briefs, heathered navy.
- 2xist striped black and grey socks
- Jil Sander limited edition Pumas - from Marshall's in Rhode Island
And so it begins.
