The Joy of Ukrainian Fashion
I made the mistake of going to one of the Underground malls in search of a shirt.
These overlit ant tunnels where you can buy anything under the sun... except a decent solid shirt. I've decided that, at least in those malls, clothing can be divided into three categories: Frumpy, Tacky, and Hoochy (with much overlap of the last two categories). Seriously. I'd look at some of the clothes being sold.. blinding patterns and gold adornments and wonder who the hell buys that shit.
Then I see tiny little things strut past me in stilettos and skirts that barely cover their ass and realize "Oh that's who!"
It's almost impressive, really.
These overlit ant tunnels where you can buy anything under the sun... except a decent solid shirt. I've decided that, at least in those malls, clothing can be divided into three categories: Frumpy, Tacky, and Hoochy (with much overlap of the last two categories). Seriously. I'd look at some of the clothes being sold.. blinding patterns and gold adornments and wonder who the hell buys that shit.
Then I see tiny little things strut past me in stilettos and skirts that barely cover their ass and realize "Oh that's who!"
It's almost impressive, really.