I am a man of fashion. Although for a long time I did not give importance (too much, I mean) to clothing, in general, seen fashion.
not the fashion of large corporations, do not use a well known brand shoes (this is not a pipe) because I got fed up with complaints about their large factories slave who knows what horrible place of Indochina. I know that the textile industry is shamefully exploiting (and, again, slave). For years I lived on borrowed clothes (when she was more skinny, I could use to shirts and sweaters to Nat!) American fairs or ( Nat is also a hunter needed clothes at Caritas ).
I can not deny my love for the ephemeral commodity-fetched sticks who knows why adverse winds of history-our bodies, those ghosts hovering in television series, books and movies, beautiful women and handsome young men (out there have an ode fragile and inconsequential, frivolous I mean, about a beautiful model rousse, what else could I do?). I recently read that in the eighteenth century France was fashionable to wear the Greek, to the snobbery of clothing "revolutionary" (The bag and its environs) has its origin in that republic of fools.
In the '80s, fashion was very long hair. In the '90s, the craze exploded: it was during those years was one of the most horrible fashion, ugly, disgusting, of which it has memory: grunge fashion. Plaid shirts, jeans and long hair, who comes up!
Although I was never, but I loved grunge Nirvana with a late adolescent fervor, "I wanted to leave long hair. My best friend had a mane like Axl Rose, who was the rage. Well, my hair "pork" reached high levels of African, but never became in long hair, curly. So he "I used alternately with variations-very long hair (an impenetrable canopy of Chaco) and short hair, which as an old saying" whitey makes you. "
During the season in hell of 2001-2002, which barely managed to stay standing in the world, in reality, this season in which, of course, dressed worse than ever in my life I cut my hair. For a long time. I wash it, but I do not cut it. So, head on I began to form some curls interspersed some call "dreadlocks." One afternoon, I took scissors, put music (might have been an album of The Undertones , listening enough then, or Television, another favorite) and I cut my hair. But do not cut the knots, and voilà! : I got a funny mix of dreadlocks and short hair, very fashionable, whose roots clung to a crisis (especially) economic devastation.
something hippies kept my hairs for a long time: use with long hair, short, with a mustache, hair styling, etc. This brings year of our Lord 2011 (I know, I perceive in these unbearable hot flashes that force me to think) changes, and perhaps change. So I took out a change of look. I have been a revolution (in its astronomical sense) and again I have short hair, like when I wore light-colored pants and wearing long-sleeved white shirts (what times were those?).
Time has passed, my hair has grayed a little.
To dismiss my rocker last dress I do not know why I tell kids in schools who came to ask me where I had dreadlocks (and I swore that no, that I had been alone, who were black soul) , at least not care much about the rock, to dismiss so glamorous, I leave this video. Each time you bring your desire, I wish I never cease to bring experience, things to learn. As sung Cornershop, and imitate these beautiful models: Lessons I even learned from Roky Roky III.
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