I went out on the strip this evening with some friends. One could assume that we were drinking scotch, smoking cigars, pulling slot levers, and harassing waitresses by asking them if they like our cowboy hats, but tonight, one would be wrong. It was an evening for trying on the finer things for size. Yes, we went shopping, or more appropriately, we went out to try on two thousand dollar blazer's we couldn't buy. From Dior to Barney's we crept, putting our grubby hands all over everything.

Thanks to my closest friends, I have developed a dangerous appreciation for high fashion(groceries? or jeans?). Each of them go to school with fashion related majors, one in San Diego the other in New York. It is an interest that often gets a bad rap. I would like to address the two most common hang-ups people seem to have with fashion. Hang-Up One: Fashion makes you gay. Address One: If you honestly believe or place importance on anything like this, you're an idiot. Hang-Up Two: Fashion makes you shallow. Address Two: It is an art form. It's when a person constantly looks to others to inform their taste that beauty is ruined. Fashion walks that line most narrowly, and most often gets crossed. It's precarious nature makes it an even more telling statement in a lot of ways. I can''t dress myself very well, it socks. Leggo My Eggo.

Eric M.

Photo by:Eric Boyd