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last night I was in a little shop that Ive been visiting for over a decade now. its glossy and pretty and has all the things I like. the guy who owns it is the same that has always owned it (as long as Ive been going, anyway), and Im sure he makes a pretty good living there - its in a touristy college part of the city, high volume traffic. its well within a few miles as all truly cool places in baltimore (in my opinion, and Im mighty damn cool, heh), so its definitely placed well.
the stuff is usually fairly expensive. you cannot find the light fetish clothing and the bad ass jewelry he serves up at the skateboard shop down the street (which, coincidentally, my friend owns and is very very successful, but doesnt carry any girls stuff. which Im working on, truuuust me).
my point is that if I like black cami tops with red glittery shit on it and I dont have the skills to make it myself, I have to buy it somewhere. agreed? so who gives a fuck where it comes from
I understand the point "cant really br original if your shit is at every major mall across america". but hell, the truth is its all been done to death - nothing you come up with is truly unique.
whether you are trying to be "different" or if you just like the shit, the only real way of selling your ass out is to shun something because others believe you should shun it
(but that said, I still liked actually looking for things, savoring the victory of finding something no one else had) |
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