This was the second entry in a series I tentatively titled What fuckery is this and then became kind of bored by and did not continue. In this fleeting series, I explored the inner monologues of the models featured in some of the “best” fashion photos I find on the internet. Or something like that. This was the first post.

Hot tip for you kids out there, just coming up in the heady, expansive blogging scene and looking to old pros like me (ahem): don’t start shit you won’t finish!

This one was from the Urban Outfitters “Urban Renewal Vintage” line, for which they apparently purchase thrifted clothes and resell them at a 3,749,295% markup. The item’s description: “Crazy awesome vintage moto leather jacket from the 1990s. Topped with hand-painted punk logos at like Sex Pistols and Crass.”

It’s currently for sale for the low low price of $375.00 plus tax.

I’m so disillusioned. Why couldn’t I land a J. Crew gig instead? I’ve always wanted to land a gig with J. Crew. Mom always said I had a J. Crew build. I wonder when my mustache is going to come in? I’ve always wanted a mustache. I think it would go great with a classic cable-knit v-neck, maybe rebooted in a nice on-trend royal blue. Mom always said I look good in the royal colors.

Why does this photographer keep telling me to give him a Sid Vicious sneer? I don’t even know what a Sid is. Is that like a disease? Is that disease slang? I should wash my hands after this just to be sure.

These jeans have weird crotch creases in them. I feel so dirty. Can I take this jacket off now? It smells like it spent the last 20 years nailed above the urinal in a bar bathroom. I can’t wait to take an hour-long shower and put my tie back on.

I need to text mom, I think I’m going to be late for the spaghetti social. The garlic bread is going to be cold!!! 🙁