Friday, November 12, 2010
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
This is part 1 of a many part series that I will be presenting on my blog. There are many many things that aggravate and annoy me about the fashion business. This is the main reason I do not watch project runway even thought everyone thinks I should. I like clothes. I really love denim. I am very appreciative for the opportunities given to me by this business. I am fortunate to have a successful clothing store with amazing customers. All of that being said, I sometimes really hate this business. There is so much crap that goes on that makes no sense to me.
I think people are so hell bent on making an impression that they will often wear completely ridiculous things just to get people to look at them. They would probably be best served to wear absolutely nothing if they wanted the most people to look their direction. Of course, encouraging people to NOT wear clothes in probably not a good idea for someone in my position. It might put me out of a job. Oh well, I do not always do what is in my best interest…….
So this was in NYC during women’s market. This girl (ninja?) was walking around the trade show. No one could quite figure out why she was wearing this blindfold. As is expected, she was having a very difficult time walking around without bumping in to things. There was a group of buyers from a store in Japan who were fascinated with her and begged her to let them take some pictures. I used this same opportunity to ask her if I could snap some photos as well. She obliged (although I do not know how she would have known either way since she could not see me). She was thrilled with all the attention that we were lavishing on her. I was very excited because at the same time I was snapping the photos, I was coming up with the title of my post. She assumed I was taken with her avant-garde look. She obviously does not know me very well……..
The unfortunate thing is that she seemed like a very attractive young woman. alas, I am an eye man.
Stay tuned for much more. Trust me, there is plenty for me to write about.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
About a month ago I read a really touching story about a young man in Vancouver, Wa. He was young and raced dirt bikes competitively. He died in an unfortunate accident. As I was reading the article I was struck by something. I noticed that when his parents discussed the accident they had an almost positive tone. I do not mean to imply that they were happy about their son passing away, but they definitely had an upbeat tone to their words.
The main reason for the positive tone was because their son had died doing what he loved. They were somehow comforted by the fact that even though his life was prematurely cut short, they were happy that if this had to happen, at least he was happy at the time.
I have heard this same sentiment used in a number of different occasions. Normally it is said when someone dies at a younger age. It will often be used when someone dies playing a sport. This gets a little confusing because in some cases (when the people are professional athletes) they are still doing their job. It is a job that many of us envy because it seems like they are playing for a living and often making outrageous amounts of monty, but it is still a job.
You do not hear this ever said when someone is old. If I was 98 years old and I died while sitting on the couch and watching Madmen you could say that about me. I love watching t.v. . I love Madmen. I suppose it would be appropriate in this case. Still you never hear that.
The real reason for this post is this. I love my job. I love fitting people in jeans. I love making a difference in how people feel about themselves, I love that people might walk out of my store with a new confidence that they did not have before they came to see me. Who knows what the result will be from this new positive feeling? Will they feel good enough to get that new job? Maybe go on a date and meet the person that they are going to marry? I am not insinuating that what I do makes that big a difference in people lives all the time, but sometimes it does. Maybe I am trying to justify my career choice (passing up a medical career). Whatever, you get my point.
Back to the original point. I AM NEVER GOING TO DIE DOING WHAT I LOVE. This is a little depressing. I want to be in that elite group. I want to feel that when I have to go, that I am going to be doing something that gives me great pleasure. The chances of that are remote. I suppose that I could be involved in a situation where I am folding someones jeans under and they tumble over, fall on my head and accidentally snap my neck. Wow, what a morbid thought. You get my point. The truth is that I just hope I will be really old.
Maybe I will just go sitting on the couch watching t.v. That would be just fine with me. I love t.v..
Saturday, September 11, 2010
This is not a political blog. This is a place where you are supposed to read about all the cool new brands that we have in the store. It is a place where I am supposed to post pictures of clothes in a way that get you so excited that you run into the store and buy them immediately.
Or it is a place that I am using as my own personal outlet to rant and rave about whatever I feel like. I may complain how no one can parallel park in Portland, or how there are never enough Barry Manilow songs when I feel like singing karaoke.
Today I am using it as a tribute page. Just not for the reason you think.
Is there another date in history that is so engrained in out brains? I do not know about the rest of you, but it seems like I just happen to look at my watch every day at exactly 9:11 both in the am and pm. Most important dates in history talk about the year. This day is the month and date only. I would be willing to bet you might have to think for a second about what year this happened in, but know the date and what it signifies immediately. I would also be willing to bet that no other date of the year is as well know as this one.
I am a huge Portland trailblazer fan, yet cannot remember what the day was when they won their one and only championship. I cannot remember the day pearl harbor was attacked or the day that we dropped the bomb on hiroshima, both of which were extremely significant dates in history. I do remember everything about 9/11 and what happened and where I was. All the details are clear as a bell.
Here we are on this day arguing about whether or not a mosque should be built near the site of this terrible tragedy and yet we still have not built anything of significance on that very important site. That is what people should be upset about. If it was up to me, i would have built a even bigger building there just to show that we are not afraid, but that is just me.....
The real point of this post and the real source of my aggravation today is that this day has another major significance for me. It is my sister Maril's birthday. She now has to forever share this day with the memory of americas biggest tragedy which for lack of a better word, sucks. Every time someone wishes her a happy birthday, they say it with a strange tone. it is almost as though they apologize as they say it.
Today 9/11/10 I am taking the day back in honor of my sister Maril.
I am not going to let them win by ruining her birthday.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
such a catchy tune. too bad it will have to be severely edited for radio play. "forget you" does not have the same ring to it.
how can you argue against that?
Sunday, August 22, 2010
or sometimes it just takes a single humorous t-shirt to make my whole trip. I want to thank headline tees for beaming a little ray of sunshine into my day. this made the whole trip worthwhile.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Off to vegas to attend what is probably close to my 30th magic.
I love vegas.
I love it for the same reason that I am obsessed with going to dubai. Nothing is real there. They make everything look ridiculous. And I mean that in a good way.
The people who hate vegas hate it for that very same reason. If you focus too much on what is going on there of course you will hate it. There is nothing more depressing that seeing a ninety year old woman in a wheelchair, chain-smoking with her players card stuck in a slot machine connected by a bungee cord. Of course she is blowing her life savings so they can add another wing to the palms.
That is why I try to not notice those types of things. It is easy to get distracted by all the bright lights and sounds. Instead I focus on the great food, the fact that you can leave one casino with drink in hand, get into a cab and get out at another casino with the same drink. I also focus on seeing all of my friends in the industry (both store owners and reps) It is like a high school reunion that I get to attend twice a year.
I love it. I will try to check in while I am here but might not be able to tell you much because as we all know what happens here stays here......
of course there are only seven of you following this blog at this time so even if I did tell you all the exciting details, between you only about 20 people would end up finding out
Sunday, August 08, 2010
As some of you may have heard, we have a new location. Here are some of the vitals.....
26 n.w. 23rd place. portland, or 97210. same phone number, same email and same blake
Right next door to Twist, the best and most beloved jewelry store in Oregon and beyond.
We have 3700 square feet in which we can house all of your favorite brands. We are going to have a megaton of jeans.
We have parking for the six people left in portland who do not ride their bikes everywhere......