Manish Arora's super psychedelic, kaleidoscopic, Bollywood-takes-a-head-trip prints (he's not called the Galliano of India for nothing) are yet another reason I need to start recycling cans for coins or something, so I can save up and splurge.
I mean, COME ON. THIS SHIRT IS CALLED "FLAMING DISCO BALL." That's exactly almost what my parents used as my middle name, but it didn't fit on my birth certificate.
WTF is this macrame cage bag thingie?? It looks like a lab dissection gone wrong meets an arts and crafts project gone wronger. And is that an abstract vagina down the middle there?
Got $2115? These hobo-looking shoes look like they walked out of a cliched hobo cartoon. Is this some kind of reverse classism? Busted-looking hobo shoes that 15,000 hobos and a rich dude couldn't even afford? Gross. And they don't even come with a stick and a bandana? Really, Seth?