Crack Is Whack.

State Senator Eric Adams is on a crusade to end crack abuse and I wholeheartedly support his campaign. The Huffington Post posted a piece on this PSA announcement the statesman scripted and starred in an effort to end the epidemic that is taking over city streets, causing humiliation and ruin for youth across the island of Manhattan and it's boroughs. It's terrible. It's crack and it's whack.



Yes! Stop the Sag! I swear, I--in all of my infinite fashion wisdom--cannot even begin to understand how these boys keep their pants up, let alone how they can be walking, productive members of society in that state of partial dress. I'm all for freedom of expression, but I'm just thinking of the kids. How can you concentrate on math problems when you are trying with all of your might to keep your pants around your upper thighs? Hmmm? Stop the Sag!

Crew Colors.

I find J.Crew's catalog color spreads to be one of the more soothing things in the retail universe. I swear, they make me dreamy. I love the names as well, but for now I just want to visually feast on the colors...

PS: did you know that there are entire fan-made blogs about J.Crew? J.CrewAholics and J.Crew Aficionada are both dedicated to the "classics with a twist" catalog-based co. I can't figure out if they are marketing ploys created by the company or really fan odes, but either way they are proof that to some boys and girls The Crew is crack. Pretty, pastel, all-lined-up-in-a-row crack. I almost kind of get it. Almost. Kind of.