Maybe subconsciously I just want to be a fabulous black girl. I mean, I've come to terms with the fact that I wish I was a chicana. I think I just have to deal with the fact that I just want to be any bad bitch.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Call Me Coogi Shawty
I know that the cold weather is finally leaving (although the forecast for this weekend seems dreadful), but I'm completely obsessed with Coogi sweater-dresses. I found one recently in a vintage shop on Milwaukee and although I didn't buy it, it hasn't left my mind. Maybe all the time I spent cruising blunts in my best friend's hoopty listening to Gucci and Wiz out of LeRoy's lone speaker has finally gotten to my wardrobe. Coogi print is like the estranged love child of the polygamous relationship between Kood van den Akker (Cosby sweater innovator), Missoni and Pucci. Seriously after some insane acid fueled orgy and by some Weetzie Bat miracle Coogi was born of these fashion houses. Ever since I laid my eyes on that Coogi dress, I've been dreaming of high-heeled timberlands and getting my ass done.
Maybe subconsciously I just want to be a fabulous black girl. I mean, I've come to terms with the fact that I wish I was a chicana. I think I just have to deal with the fact that I just want to be any bad bitch.
Maybe subconsciously I just want to be a fabulous black girl. I mean, I've come to terms with the fact that I wish I was a chicana. I think I just have to deal with the fact that I just want to be any bad bitch.
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