Monday, July 23, 2012

So were back from doing some soul-searching (its not in the french Rivera, Santa Barbara, Brighton, or Venice BTW) and countless episodes of true blood, good wife, weeds, and that monstrosity they call glee have done nothing to revive our depression scorched souls. We believe that our soul belongs here, writing this blog putting our fast and many thoughts out there to be read by strangers. Here's today's Brunch:

Preppy is the name of the game. Since puberty, preppy has been our go-to style. We spring for anything collared, seersucker, or cable knit. Now, the contemptible mainstream has snagged what used to be reserved for those of us that get bi-monthly JCrew, Brooks Brothers, and Ralph Lauren Catalogues and own at least 3 strands of Tiffany pearls. Anchors are stuck on anything from belly-button rings to Forever 21 swimsuits and Sperry's are now worn with crop-tops and sweatpants. A preppy dresser has always been a sure sign of class, but with this abomination, an introspection of how people are has become even more nebulous. If you've become fashionably lost, preppy will provide you with a great deal of structure. Look at our favorite Die-hard prepster's blog @, in which the ever-adorable Nantucket prep Sarah Vickers scrapbooks her daily looks and advertises her boyfriend's (?) jewelry and accessory line: Kiel James Patrick.The best part? She tells you where all of her cute clothes are from!

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