I think about weird shit sometimes, like how I really want to stop putting the flesh of dead, tortured animals in and around my mouth because that shit is definitely not the maneuver. I also want to stop wearing product associated with racist, grimy, old white dudes (i.e. Jean T post-white-supremacist revelation, Galliano post-Nazi-over-dinner-in-a-crowded-Parisian-restaurant spectacle, etc.).
But then I think about how identifying false parallels between ridding yourself of Margiela and becoming a vegan is kinda moot. I really enjoy the taste of the diced corpses of formerly living, breathing creatures in the same way how I really like these woven raffia 'Giela GATs. I mean, like, I shouldn't, but I do. They're cool and interesting and will probably look good with honestly whatever the fuck, really. Do you, homie. I will continue to plaster the comments section of John Galliano-related Style Dot Com slideshows with photos of the Third Reich leadership any which way.
Moksha August is a serial Four Pins commenter turned writer. I guess you could say that he started from the bottom. Haha, that's the spot. You can follow him on Twitter here.
