Wednesday, July 31, 2013
The Rag Trade, Dept.
Brooks Brothers hates children. Arguably, it hates human beings, because, really, who the fuck wears lime green pants? But especially children.
Let's see...we have the painfully thin girl who's dressed as a waitress at the Existentialist Diner; we have the mixed-race girl because an actual black child would cause BB's target demo to soil its patchwork Madras skirts and aforementioned lime green pants, and, really?, the last person who could carry off the tie-as-belt was Fred Astaire; and a boy whose outfit pretty clearly says to his classmates, "Beat the shit out of me. Please. Take an army sock full of quarters and whale the fuck away on me." And they're all carrying signs that read "My School Is." Run out of paint, then? At least the cretin ad agency didn't do the backwards "S" that's shorthand for "childlike script."
Ugh. Brooks Brothers: Where good taste goes to die™.