We are interested in music, fashion, e-bay, old trendy clothes, and hot guys in tight pants.
I'd like to meet:
Guys who are brave enough to wear the tightest pants ever. Uber-hip chicks who want an old prom dress. Nerds, Geeks, Dweebs, Spazzes. Cow Punks who need a sweet western shirt. Teens who are sick of the corporate travesty known as 'American Eagle Outfitters'. Gypsys, who are looking for a chain bra. Trannies who want a pair of platforms. Hippies who want homemade patchwork overalls. Anyone who has danced so much they split their pants..and they need them re-sewn. Anyone who likes Gogol Bordello, and GG Allin stuff. Anyone who wants to sell their band merch somewhere other than that show at that one place where 15 people came. Anyone who wants some old Adam Ant records. Anyone who is ready to look like no one else they know... Anyone who is into New Wave Haircuts, Aqua-Net, teasing combs, and the Fash-Cri staple....the neckerchief.
ABOUT EVIL D:
Evil D was brought pink and screaming into the fine Red, White, and Blue on October 10th, 1979. In her earlier years she wore some frosted jeans, got a foot infection, and pulled a knife on a girl at the county fair. She also began to exhibit some severe fashitudious prowess unlike anything before observed in these here hills. By her late teens, she had begun to follow touring bands all over the country. By her early twenties, people began to follow her around. She grew mold in Nantucket and mulled over Anthropology in Key West. All the while she remained chained to three vintage sewing machines in various states of disrepair.
She became so cool she had to rent a storage unit to accomodate her additional awesomeness (fortunately, she remembered to dutifully pay her bill, and 'awesomeness' to this day is still not a public right). Liza Minnelli is her stepmother and still sends her special lipstick. She's been to Mars, had a stroke while listening to Debbie Gibson on a boombox, and enjoyed chicken on the bone. It didn't matter to her how the chicken died, as long as no cats were harmed in the process.
Between starting the local community colleges' Breakdancing Club (which exists to this very day) and melting faces as the finest karaoke artist ever to grace the Valley bar scene, she sought out further knowledge of this "fashitude"...a pilgrimage to the Mecca of Mascara, the altar of supreme style, if you will. What Evil D found was, someone out there is willing to teach you how to make a halter dress in two years' time. With the help of others. It was at this moment, sitting in a fluorescently-lit linoleum box with Chay, that they both came upon the divine realization they had mutually, unknowingly set out for: Evil D must be like, a huge deal. Maybe even some sort of goddess, if you ascribe to such idolatry.
And so Fashion Crisis squeezed its' bloated ass into Jacktown almost a year ago. It took a lot of Tide Pens and pink paint, but it pays for the Hot Pockets, you know? Evil D has fine-tuned her fashitude into several seasonal collections ("GrannyGarb Winter '07", "EarthenSlut Summer '06", and "Couchass- go shop down the street", to name a few) and found herself doing her taxes and taking in the ankles of Chay's pants well into the night. She acquired a Sugar Daddy who needed a Momm-mmy to drink his homemade wine and a Fox who really needed to re-enact the brighter highlights of Hall & Oates' career.
Now you know a piece more than you did before. Wielder of weapons, buster of denim-gauge needles, ruiner of fine times: EVIL D.
(Bio 2007 Kelly Saylor/Fashion Crisis ™)
Music:
anything on xm radio!
Movies:
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