i try to be a
pc person, i don’t like to offend on purpose, but sometimes it just doesn’t
work. sometimes i too say things and
then i want to put a foot or two in my mouth afterwards.
the fashion
industry is definitely not known for being pc either, but unlike me they really
don’t care and only when sales numbers are in danger, will they issue a public
apology and suck on a louboutin. remember that i was part of this industry?
that’s my only excuse i have for this story…
i have
written about how my obsession with hole-y tank tops started. and yes, for the
sake of the story i will continue to call them tank tops and not vests (south
african for tank top), because otherwise the americans will get confused and as
the story happened in nyc i think it’s fair to humour them. my obsession
however is not exclusively with old, rugged, dirty tanks with holes. no, i love
them all and i have in my days paid shocking amounts for perfect versions.
people will only shake their head slightly when you tell them you paid a month
rent for a pot of la mer or said louboutins, but tell them you spend it on some
tank tops and they will use terms like loony
for you. in my defence these tank tops have lasted me way longer than a month’s
rent and quite a few have made their way to cape town. however lately i have noted
that it might be time to replace a few. you know when end up wearing something
with more holes than fabric? we are there.
now you need
to understand if you are like me, finding the perfect tank top is by far not an
easy task and money is not even an issue here. there is a fine line between
perfect looking and perfect looking when worn. a line, if crossed, condemns a
tank top unworn in my closet for eternity.
by far the
hardest to get right is a wife-beater. you say lbd, i say a white wife-beater
is a quintessential item in any girl’s wardrobe.
there. ups. i
said it again.
