You'll recognize me. I’ll be in a corduroy jacket. I've got soft skin. And dark curly hair. Like Jesus.
By 2005, he’d let the curls run free.
(via The Evolution Of Roger Federer’s Hairstyle In Pictures | Extra Mustard - SI.com)
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“My hair is God’s aura. Everything went up when I got home from the penitentiary. One night I went to lie down next to my wife and my hair started popping and uncurling all on its own — ping, ping, ping, ping! I knew that it was God telling me to stay on the righteous path so he could one day pull me up to be there with him.”
Because our hair is never quite complete we have the myth that it grows on after we ourselves are dead. It’s something that defies our own mortality. (via The Secret Language of Curly Hair | VERY ETHNIC)
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William Marcin of Inside My Head, Fashion / Vintage lovers, from Paris.
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Just a daY…
“Legitimate rape.”
“Ethical oil.”
Serious douchebags.
Holy war.
Collateral damage.
White lie.
Ethical oil does not lead to pregnancy.
I hold a special kind of terror for Lululemon’s preternatural savvy. Where any kind of conventional ideas about marketing suggest that a brand only jump the shark as a last ditched effort, the entire premise of Lululemon begins in amid-air Pincha Mayurasana overtop a pool of snapping hammerheads. Translation: Lululemon sells yoga to white bread North America by specifically stripping away all that was authentic about yoga in the first place.
Lululemon has come to feel like a deliberate exercise in how far you can push a piece of culture out of its original context. The company’s very name is a gag about the way Japanese people can’t pronounce the letter L. While those who practice “multiculturlal marketing” might call this “racist”—others call it very direct engagement with the audience.By the time CNN, the Times and the Globe attempted to sell newspapers last month with headlines like “Does Sexing up Yoga Spoil the Zen?”—Lululemon had already begun stamping “Who is John Galt?” onto its tote bags. That is to say, Lululemon has effectively turned self-identified progressive cosmopolitan white bread ladies into carriers for what the casual outsider might think of as the antithesis of Indian yoga
