Reality shows, celebreality, swap, move up, buff up, re create, re arrange, jazz it up, pizzazz. Everything is fake here, an illusion and you have to play their game. It's not bad if you are into it, at least you feel the hype of discovering that shoe on sale, a matching chair or the perfect duvet.
It's a color palette, a hair style, an overhauling of your whole life. Everything has to be perfect, but perfection will only last till next season. Down the catwalk goes our life in display, who's got the most picture perfect depiction of a fantasy, of a collection. After an hour of this overdose of perfection you'll hopefully come to realize:
You are not perfect, you will never be
You have no sense of style but your own and things are tasteful and elegant if YOU think they are
You are the owner of your taste and functionality.
You cannot please everybody
The new rebellion, the new revolution is to send them all to hell with their color satches and clever arrangements, graba a book and sip your normal coffee. Dont fall under the spell of the label... DO NOT. Walk under your own shadow, follow your beat, even if it's the beat of a tacky country song or and old bolero.
Label is the prison, perfection is the yoke, the details are choking and covering the eyes of men: we can't see the forrest, some bargain priced, designer style trees are standing in the way.
FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!!!
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