/fa/ - Fashion

>>7774017
Fuck this thread, fuck this board, fuck the entire userbase. You are all a self-defeating paradigm in action.
It's like you just can't help but drive away every halfway decent poster. It's like you actually ENJOY causing pain to anyone who stands apart from the crowd.

Yeah, yeah, internet hate machine, I get it. Now go post a fucking feels thread and spend the rest of the day wondering why you're alone and miserable.
Fuck it, I'm out. Here's my trip, enjoy bashing my reputation before the newfags figure out what happened.

Fucking subhumans.

moon corps

>>10536166
Any good brands for lunar trousers or cargo pants? Thinking about Levi Commuters

can we get a cuckwear thread going? last one was a terrific success, so lets get a cuckwear general going on. starting off with a seminal cuck classic.

old thread:
>>/fa/thread/S9866542

>>9851379
thats just lowhanging fruit., /cringe/ is about people trying and failing, not fat shits being stupid.

>>9683762
>you just piss me off with ignorant assumptions, you know? I've snuffed people for less.

can we get a lunarcore/poet remembrance thread? ill start by posting my favorite poet posts accompanied by some solemn narration that i hope can live up to the poignant prose.

Do you know that secret place behind the cross-section at Water street? It's a little notch, right behind the old Nynex junction box. When the trees are bare and the sky is dead you can see it. It's just a little hole in the branches, right then.
But right now, everything there is green. Nobody but us could spot it on a day like today, the sun high in the sky and the forest humming all around us. A million tiny wings beat out a single chord down in there, but wide leaves and tall grass would keep you thinking otherwise unless you knew better.

One warm night, many summers ago, I asked her how she always knew where to find it. I was hunched over on a rusty Mongoose and wondering which way we'd come. She was walking beside her bike, smoking. The stream behind us didn't seem to orient me at all, like it was snaking back into the forest whenever I turned around. The back wheel of her bike was making this circling metal whine & I would later tell myself as i drifted to sleep that yes, the forest was responding, rising in pitch and tempo.
After a minute she stopped walking and the trees fell quiet. "You have to look for the lights, dummy." The tip of her cigarette made a lazy arc.

"The lights?" I asked. She handed me the bottle then and something turned over in the stream behind us.

"It's the fireflies." She said, turning away. "They're always here, close to the stream."

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0Ra9yqOQ0OJ

Most of what's available for our consumption is shit. Once you see that there's no real going back, I think. Barring nervous breakdown or some vast reassembling of personal values, the mall will forever be off-limits to you. This doesn't mean there's nothing good left for you to wear, just that you're forever equipped with the knowledge that there's something better. Be grateful, you've escaped a shitty paradigm. Most people you see on the daily will go cradle to grave wearing crap. Can you imagine that? Isn't that an awful fate, to never drape your body in flowing quality, to never walk out the door 1000% satisfied?
You've escaped that. It may be rough going for a while but you'll end up living to a higher standard in the long run. As in, throughout the remainder of your time in this place.

>1000% satisfied

>>7047278
>lunarcore is not a synecdoche for fashion.
I'm not even sure what you mean here - That this little niche is not part of fashion as a whole? Oh really? Do you get to decide that? Does it even matter what it's a part of, so long as we're having fun and getting noticed?
I said this the other day - 'Lunarcore' is just a linguistic shortcut to describe outfits that would otherwise require a paragraph or so to properly contextualize. That's it. That's all there is. There's no movement to rail against, there's no ethos to decry, there's just a bunch of clothes that all fit a certain description.
Again, I ask you - what kind of a problem could you possibly have with people discussing this? It's harmless.