This is the first entry in what could well end up being a series titled What fuckery is this (denoted via post tag). In this potential series, I explore the inner monologues of the models featured in some of the "best" fashion photos I find on the internet. Or something like that. I haven't really set any strict ground rules in this arena just yet.
I guess Monday is the day that I get all the catalogs. Because I opened the post box on Monday afternoon and it was like, BOOM. Explosion of LOOK OMG THINGS YOU CAN BUY!
I pulled them out, lugged them to the kitchen table, and picked one up at random. The one I selected was Uncommon Goods, which is basically a booklet-sized repository of products that are meant to pique the interest of overeducated Pinterest-obsessed hipster-yuppie helicopter parents. Like I was saying: