If you're anything like me (a hot guy with a bad attitude), I'm sure you've spent countless lonely nights wondering how fashion magazines manage to make reprehensibly lame stuff appear so much more "on trend" than whatever painstakingly assembled combination of sack and string you've decided to wrap yourself in.Well don't despair, you have only one thing to learn: you're not adhering to what's chic. See, the world of fashion is incredibly stale—how many more times are we expected to applaud miniscule changes to an Oxford shirt, amirite?—so editors cheat. They take something that one person's doing, like bohemian-revival or heroin, whack "chic" on the end of it and create a snappy new umbrella trend that suddenly includes anyone who ever wore ratty shoes or an old fur coat. (Sorry to crush your expectations of the fashion industry, BTW. I promise that's absolutely the only shady thing going on.)
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