Cultural experience - Soup Ray!
Happily there is a Supre (it should have an ecoute, or a grave - I don't know how to do them, or what the correct term is. School Cert French hasn't helped me much in life) opening in the Hutt. I saw the evidence today at the *cough* mall. A brigade of young women with long long blond hair, and short short skirts, and tight tight jeans.
Seriously, if you haven't done so already, you should take a stroll through a Supre store. Duh, not for the clothes silly! But for the loud loud pop music, and the trippy trippy colour.
It is a little bit like a migraine, it is also a little bit like a disco. You'll come out feeling better off, or throwing up. I almost guarantee it.
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So are you drunk Martha yet?
Nah Kate. Sadly not. The authorities would take the children, and that would be a bad look.
Seriously, it is a marvel Supre hasn't made it here sooner.
Yeah, poor internet boyfriend. Are the Supre sluts better or worse than the preppies?
One of my children, no, one of my step-children once said that I should take a look at Supre for hip and cool and with-it (or whatever the lingo is) clothing.
Then they blinked hard and mumbled something about there being a few size 14 clothes ... somewhere .. in a corner.
I have never been. :(
I think when they refer to Size 14 they actually mean for age 14.
Those darn teenboppers!
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