Here’s your delicious A-list of ADAM clothing and 3 whipping fairytale-tutus that will create that “oh-my-god-and-goddess!” love for a designer so bright and talented they named him after the first inhabitants of the sacred garden.

The brand was originally known as Adam & Eve but was shortened in 2007 to just the word Adam. Being masculine in its name does not deter it from bringing out the gracious outlook in women; in fact, the brand promotes clothing for both the children of Adam and Eve, providing them with the pure necessities that is completely revitalizing in the material and the make.

ADAM brings out the sheer simplicity in clothing where really, much emphasis is given to the soft makes of its material, bringing us closer to the emerald greenness of Mother Nature nonetheless. It emits a radiance of sheer luminosity in a person, rivaling them out of manipulators just like the fallen angel called that was cast to Earth for his misbehavior.

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Spending too much time on the telephone, who says you can’t go home in a cool suit and still be a filial son?

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Zara has indeed come a long way to be a fast fashion legend today.

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Introducing you to the modern Darwin’s Theory of Evolution – the Zaralution.

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In a runway where fashion models are wearing new-style Japanese clothing, can you spot our Spanish guests?

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With a condom and a ribbon, Spanish global fashion retailer Zara sets out to curb HIV/AIDS spread.

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Zara wants you to wear your hat to prevent AIDS, not kids!

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Before you’re ready to taste it to heaven, don’t forget the sock.

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When love is on the line, strength, and not fashion, remains the ultimate Casanova factor.

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“Always be yourself, express yourself, have faith in yourself, do not go out and look for a successful personality and duplicate it. Stop copying what’s on the runway, Zara. They are designers’ intellectual properties.” – Bruce Lee

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So Zara won the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography 2012 for its difference in fast fashion; indifference in charity.

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“Go away you rich kids.”

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Zuckerberg ain’t real ass, Zara is.

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When love is on the line, fashion, and not courage, remains the ultimate Casanova factor.

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Talking about Paris, there is Eiffel Tower, Hilton and, of course, Zara.

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Want to know everything about Zara? Google it.

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Amancio Ortega dresses Zara how Steve Jobs bites Apple. Both dare to do different.

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The people: “What are you looking up? Mr. President.”

Barack Obama: “I’m looking up skirts…ahem…I mean HOPE.”

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When I find myself in times of obsoleteness, Mother Zara comes to me, speaking words of fashion, let it be…

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“We’re almost there… ha… ha… Ji-hyun…”

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Zara hits bitches on beaches… at least get a nice fast fashion G-string!

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Why are you sucking my banana? Zara clothing store is just over there. Go get some clothes you blonde bitch!

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Zara: I’m a bitch, I’m a lover, I’m a child, I’m a mother, I’m a sinner, I’m a saint, I do not feel ashamed, I’m your hell, I’m your dream, I’m nothing in between you know you wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Pac-Man is too hungry for Zara fast fashion!

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Zara dresses greet you a very happy Songkran Festival (Thai New Year)!! ^^

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Zara Jeans is not my lover, it’s just a store who claims that I am the one; but the brand is not my fash, it says I am the one, but the brand is not my fash.

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Some men they might have long deceased, but their spirits stay. In 1 T-shirts World, we hate soulless zombies, we love undying spirits. While you need only to be born to be a legend, you need to die to have legacy. Indisputably there are some extraordinary gentlemen and women in contemporary world whose swagger and strength in their fields are influencing people around the world, but their influences are not as devilish as those who left huge legacy for many generations after them.

Like who?

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In this world where we can’t say what we want, I will keep on living without lying to myself. Don’t hate the world, it is what it is. What you do you believe in what you believe in; stand firm on the ground and always be yourself.

Protect your faith.

And to protect your faith, you not only need an angel in you, you need a devil too. What? Yes. Only classical human being thinks that devil means evil. In our 6^th edition of non-classical iconoclasm of duality, 1 T-shirts World is going to present you the very original idea of devil in its very own words, and in its very own Prada clothing.

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You have enough uniqlones out there from high to low to back streets, so you don’t want your models in your advertising campaigns to look like those soulless zombies loitering in the cemetery of similarity. You want to lead. And to lead, you must have leaders.

Charismatic leaders.

I know you are from Japan, a place where grass is always greener, so please uphold your culture and keep making fresher UNIQLO clothes. But to expand your presence to places Johnnie Walker walks, you must get iconic faces no one else in your industry dares to dream of getting.

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You’re elegant, you’re beautiful yes, but you’re stupid. We’re not talking about Abbey Lee Kershaw or Karmen Pedaru, they’re smart and chic chicks. We are talking about those so-called advertising expert behind Gucci. Or better yet, the entire league of self-styled ad pro behind ALL global high fashion brands.

How so? Are they just that stupid they can’t see the point?

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So the Queen Louis Vuitton orders the high fashion world. Another girl’s breaking, heart is taking over. The word LV is like a zombie in their heads which hang lowly. In most Asia countries, such as China, India, Taiwan, Singapore, Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, Korea, Philippines, etc, women would work so hard or starve so hard to save the money for one year just to get Louis Vuitton clothing or simply an LV bag or tote. Others like Japan or Hong Kong where economy has boomed and living cost is crazy, morally decayed girls would have a one-time sex for an LV bag.

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D-spi-ca..D-spi…D-d-spi…Despicable me. Despicable me. In the second edition of non-classical iconoclasm of duality, lovely yellowish minions are here stealing H&M clothing instead of helping Gru to steal the moon.

I stumbled upon minions and I told them, “I’m going to iconoclast you and H&M, are you in?” One of them just, “I-co-no..I-co…I-I-co…Iconoclast me. Iconoclast me.” Then all of them got so excited, or better yet, hysterical, and thus they’re here wearing H&M clothing now.

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In 1 T-shirts World’s very first edition of non-classical iconoclasm of duality, global fast fashion clothing chain Zara, UK glamour and fetish model Lucy Zara and Dutch former pornographic film actress Zara Whites are our preys to be “iconoclasted”.

You’ve seen enough Lucy Zara in lace stockings, stilettos high heels or heavy rubber fetish mistress clothes, and Lucy Zara in no clothes, what about them in Zara clothing?

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“As long as I can remember I feel I have had this great creative and spiritual force within me that is greater than faith, greater than ambition, greater than confidence, greater than determination, greater than vision. It is all these combined. My brain becomes magnetized with this dominating force which I hold in my hand.” — Bruce Lee. “As long as I can remember it used to be “Tonight is an Armani night” and “My Calvin Klein and fat juicy oyster is going to overwhelm your lil’ brother hiding in your Skinxwear soon… ” Now when I stealthily rummage through her underwear cabinet behind her back, it’s just “Where are all the Agent Provocateurs?” — Brandson Koh. Yes, now it’s all but all Victoria’s Secret lingerie and women’s clothing. She would no longer put on any other labels to cover her things up. VS Angels have stolen her panties and sent to heaven! Anyway, here’s a photo of my girlfriend.

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Zara sucks because from Amancio Ortega to Amancio Ortegi to high society Chanel girls to the fishmongers of South Delhi to the beggar sleeping in front of the H&M store on the Las Vegas Strip to E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial planning to attack the Earth to those Uniqlones thronging Shibuya scramble crossing like zombies to the “mama” “dada” infants undergoing the canonical babbling stage of language development… they all know the fast fashion legend. Zara sucks because it kills Google algorithm and hence, the quality of the web, when those self-proclaimed internet marketing gurus, or better yet, SEO vultures stalking a starving toddler, battle, strangle and throttle ‘til their dirty blood spurting all over the search engine results pages that you’d see the unrelated Manikinn in the fourth place when you search for Zara clothing. Zara sucks because my dad my mum, my grandma my teacher, my aunt my nanny, my first love my soulmate, and virtually all homo sapiens around me wear its clothes. Zara sucks because even I couldn’t resist its temptation, and just bought a pair of jeans which costs me US$ 14728.

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When you talk about Australia, you talk about Kylie Minogue, Queen Victoria Market, Uluru or The Chronicles of Narnia; you never talk about fashion. Australian vogue is just so kangaroo — outsized, powerful hind legs, big feet adapted for leaping, an elongated muscular tail for balance, and a relatively undersized head; female kangaroos have a pouch called a marsupium in which joeys complete postnatal development — so scientific! Then Manikinn clothing store comes online, true salvation is bestowed in Aussie very awful, agonizing fashion world. While Chinese scholar could know the world affairs without stepping out the door, global ‘koala’ fasherattis could enjoy a convenient shopping experience in the comfort of their armchairs at home for this Oz high street label that encapsulates everything cute ‘n’ lovely, singular yet ‘locofash’. Manikinn, the Phascolarctos cinereus that deciphers micro trends on the minion catwalk and decays them onto the Parisian sidewalk.

The day without cigarette, fashion is always not in Tom Ford’s side. Yet, in the heart of vogue, the American high society label has been the only hope. The night cometh, when no man can walk ‘til twilight befalls. The ghosts of fashion are everywhere in the streets of that grey town; the fashionistatos do not seem to love the sky without the freedom of azure dove. Ah ~ no cigarette in your hand then strike a match to smoke away your frustration, and the wisp of romantic rain which will never come again. Oh ~ so despicable that that’s TOM FORD clothing — menswear with doomsday gay power and womenswear that shows risqué factors in the grey. Love it or loathe it, the IT Boy of the couture world is doing fashion a sin; Ford-esqueness is changing your things the way Yahweh changed Adam’s thing and formed Eve… after the King of Cool thinks of fashion, the day is without cigarette again. Oh ~

Tommy Hilfiger phantomizes the unphantomizable. How so? Let’s face it. When your boyfriend/girlfriend is not around, the single thing that you’re worrying about is that whether he’s banging around or she’s grinding her tofu somewhere else. Fvck that! Life has limit; living has no. This moment, you do what you do and no zombie in your head. This moment, being the strongest to be the strongest and let your soul gravitate to the love. This moment, you’re burning yourself to die, fight the God of Death and ready for a resurrection. If you find out at the end of the day that he/she has been banging/grinding all over the place, it’s not the end of the world, you’ve just come back from hell. On the other hand, when you find out that your valentine has been DIH-ing (doing it him/herself), then you see skies of blue, and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, dark sacred night, and you think to yourself what a wonderful world, saving a trip to Santorini. But first, you need the full armor of God to face Thanatos. Yet most of us before seeing Death itself, we’ve already fallen into exhausted slumber amidst a number of poppies and other hypnogogic plants at the entrance of Hypnos’ palace — a dark cave where the sun never shines. And here comes Hilfiger the unlikely hero born into tumultuous times who has that kind of ‘Fvck it’ attitude that gives us, fashion trends and the economy a much needed wake up call, illuminating the boulevard of broken American dreams with ghetto-fab duds so true to the love-you-a-million-years preppy roots of Tommy Hilfiger clothing store. No racist remarks. Not a lie. It’s always been clean-cut sportswear with a knowing twist and wink: navy blazer, rugby sweater, little Ivy League shirtdresses up to the nines at sixes and sevens with us. Even Madonna sings hymns on behalf of the classic American designer: “Don’t cry for me America. The truth is I never left you. All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise. Don’t keep your distance.”

Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken. And the violence causes silence, but we’ve got Stefanel such island — fashion first, simple luxury fifth, savvy design eighteenth, smart stylophistication seventy-seventh, technical integrity one-hundred-twenty-fifth, “they’re still fighting” quality vigintillion-sextillion-Armenian-American… till the cows come home. Stefanel clothing is neither the Norwegian Wood nor Zombie from Dublin, close to the Sicilian Cosa Nostra but not quite, it’s the same old theme since nineteen-seventy-nine: with their tanks and their bombs, and their bombs and their guns Italian spirit. With hot blood flowing in its solid tradition of output and marketing in knitwear, tailoring and homemade products, global fasherattis are met in a tranquil yet elegant vibes not The Troubles in Northern Ireland or the killing of two boys, Jonathan Ball and Tim Parry, in an IRA bombing in Warrington, England. While US President Barack Obama has been awarded the 2009 Nobel Peace Prize for his ashes to ashes promotion of international diplomacy and nuclear disarmament, as well as co-operation between peoples, Stefanel girl has $pent the ‘fast fashion aeon’, tapped into every yocto trend and style movement. She is Dolores O’Riordan who knows just what she wants. Taste. Her fashion favorites are O’Riordan’s guitar, keyboards, piccolo and her vocal that finally crystallized the virtuous circle of knowledge that memories and resentment of past injustices will only bring to a vicious cycle of violence. She has no patience to wait and see. It’s telepathy; it’s déjà vu… every new Stefanel collection evolves to endorse the la libertà di moda: classic chic, bang-the-doldrums basics, and most of all, everyday comfort with George-Washington-and-the-Cherry-Tree prices.

“Hóka-héy, this moment is a good moment to die!” Own The Runway clothing store teleports trends from the slippy runway to the sleepy wardrobes, once and for all wake up in the morning feeling like Ke$ha Rose. Being a youthful as Cleopatra fresh as a daisy fashion e-tailer stocking untold trend led mix of clothes awash with boundless enthusiasm, Own The Runway is burning itself to die in the name of its vogue telekinesis which transports up-to-the-zeptosecond trends by dematerializing “what’s on the catwalk” and assembling it in its online store at “Bob White’s UFO artifact?” prices. For this reason in this lonely season, fashion forward in the age bracket of 16 - 40, who doesn’t want to live a moment of her life with any regrets, or fashions left unworn, then make today as good a day as any to die with OTR daily new styles and own the runway right away.

Today is a good day to die. Before entering Quiz clothing store, let’s have a quick IQ test here: Why does human see the lightning first before hearing the thunder? Our eyes are above and in front of our ears. Forget about Japanese women, how did the queens of ancient Egypt at 5,000 B.C. such as Ankhesenamun, Cleopatra VII Philopator, Hatshepsut, Nefertari, as well as the most beautiful ever Nefertiti achieve skin rejuvenation and forever youthfulness when the Fountain of Youth is just a legendary spring? By means of a technique known as Gold Implantation where thin threads/filaments (approximately 0.1mm in diameter) of Tiffany & Co. or Cartier 99.9% pure gold were implanted into skin areas to revitalize tissue structure with age spots, pigmentations and wrinkles or saggy. After the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster and subsequent widespread intelligence, how come the kangaroo-funking Lynas is still here in Malaysia, instead of cumming in kangaroo pussy and fertilizing its ova, it is shooting the dark rainbow of rare earth radioactive waste and sucking dry the well-being of the already pitiful Malaysian with 232Th — the most stable isotope of thorium which has a half-life of 14.05 billion years? Blame corporate greed and corrupt government. BINGO! You’ve a genius IQ score of over 160. That’s why you probably have the wit to catch the dynamic, lightning-fast fashion Quiz retailer steals from slimy catwalk styles and up-to-the-attosecond trends then puts it in no time on the show floors of over 160 UK and international stores at value for pound prices for women with or without gold thread sewn under her skin who aged 15-35.

Missguided or misguided? Although Missguided clothing store sells celebrity led women’s fashion, but you’re not going to follow that of Ugly Betty or its Hong Konger counterpart Bobby Yip a.k.a. 八兩金 / Bat Leung Gam. Also, you’re not going to follow blindly the concept of give and take as that’s just damn funky wrong, not strong! The age-old ideology is being iconoclasted and vandalized right here, right now. Reason? You don’t want to ‘take’ it at all because you want to give and ACCEPT — you accept it whether it’s the rose or its thorn, half full or half empty, Uriel or Satan, angelic devil or devilish angel, Angelina Jolie or Ugly Betty, Andy Lau or Bobby Yip. Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, you don’t demand/request, not even wish for, return. Just like sex itself, women give, men accept. Real man doesn’t make his woman feel like he is taking; it’s she is giving. In real living, you don’t care what you’ve gotten in your life but what you’ve done. Sometimes, it’s just one word and that’s a whole world of misunderstanding. Just one “s” and fashionistas are led astray. Yet, don’t worry, be happy. Be yourself first, then you care for others. Stay fresh and vibrant with the caution!-slippery-even-when-dry catwalk looks and Adele-if-not-Alexa-Chung inspired women’s clothing by Missguided. You don’t need the 60s “feminism” to tell that fashion is a right not a luxury, you just need to liberate yourself and be feminine enough to let the Portina Leather Trim Lace blouse or Selema Aztec Print Bodycon dress or Bertta Leopard Print Panel hot pants to muacks muacks XOXO your satanic bod. No occasion. Every day is a fashion show and Homo sapiens is your runway! Peace. Love. Fashion & hella 1 T-shirts World.

Human beings don’t know the way of living; their desire is not strong enough that they don’t want it badly. To actualize one’s dream, one must want it so badly. Yet, lose your patience and you lose your way; lose your composure and you lose your chance. A state of no-mindness and calm well-being is essential in bringing what you envision into reality. Because you want it that badly, you want to reach Nirvana first before coming back to the earth to fulfill your burning need, scorching desire and enjoy the dream come true. But there is a sign in front of the Arc de Triomphe of Nirvana that read: Proper Attire Required for Entry. Girls, wake up! A woman who doesn’t wear designer clothes has no future. Your soul is your locomotion: walking into Desire clothing store and out means walking the who-cares-who-you-are catwalk trends and I’m-sassy celebrity styles into the High Street, feeling like Princess Elizabeth of Bohemia, the woman of utmost intelligence, has once again come to life riding shanks’ mare on the path to liberation with les passions de l’âme. So Mrs. Linchpin, are you knockin’ on heaven’s door or going to the Naraka of Fashion?

Behind every piece of Oli clothing lies the same ancient oriental testicle story more soul-stirring, or better yet, balls-slicing than The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber wherein the legendary saber could slay even the dragon. The story starts with a Chinese swordman and a Japanese Samurai sitting on a shaking ship. There was a Delia floralis hovering overhead. “Swish!” Before one’s eyes could see it, the Samurai had gracefully kept his razor-sharp katana in his shiny black scabbard; the pitiful summer cabbage fly was ruthlessly slit into halves. Moments later, there was a wildly hysterical Drosophila melanogaster flying high in the air. “Swoosh!” Before anyone could even sense it, the swordman had calmly put his deadly blade back in the beautifully carved sheath; the common fruit fly was buzzing more hysterically than ever up there. “…” the samurai looked at the swordman askance, scoffed and then burst into laughter ROFL. After the Samurai regained himself, the swordman finally broke his silence and said: “The fly can’t have child anymore.”… the Japanese want to cross swords with the Chinese? Ages later may be. Anyway, the morale of the story is that don’t look at things superficially, and that’s exactly what Oli is all about. The retailer may have gone through a credit crisis, but never a fashion catastrophe. The clothing design itself too is always creating a beautiful misunderstanding, yet as trueness nurtures charms, the label is one fashionistas with icy-cool temperament yet adventurous will love at second sight. From Oli pleat detail stretch dress to Closet peplum to Lipsy bandeau Grecian to Ax Paris waterfall maxi to Twist sleeve Mackintosh, the Oli girl is the girl who circumnavigated fashionland in a ship of her own making.

Why Lipsy? The young British fashion brand founded in the heart of the largest urban zone in the European Union moves the still sizzling looks from the hazardous catwalk to the even more dangerous high street for celebrities, wannabes and fashionistas in the speed faster than the unmanned Falcon Hypersonic Technology Vehicle 2 (HTV-2) which reportedly can travel from London to Sydney in less than 59 minutes 59 seconds. Running water never grows stale, Lipsy style is always on the move in everything the bodycon does: It’s that first date, it’s a night out with the girls, it’s dinner at Chedi Hotel then suddenly touched by the moment of living manifested in the forever diamonds of that tiffany & co. engagement ring, it’s leaving on a jet plane reluctantly bidding adieu with her Mr. Right in reality, it’s wanting what she wants, now! Sexy with attitude, Lipsy clothing loves the female form through attention to detail that the real man would give his lover. Other lip smackers in its à la carte menu include Hedonia, House of Dereon, Lauren Pope, Three Floor, Candi Loves, Motel, Hybrid, as well as the glime shine Quontum. No topsy-turvy tomatoes here; if there’s one thing all girls love, it’s definitely not man, but vogue, and that means Lipsy.

Over the obscene rainbow there lies Boohoo: sexual, blasphemous, insulting, irksome, antagonistic… don’t cry baby, the other side of the pound sterling only true. Offering trend-led clothing comes with a miss congeniality price tag, the online fashion Captain Britain soulifies the Gutenberg Bible of Style — fash-forward celebrity looks and pieces inspired by the slippery catwalk where slinky models sashay and fall down — with tons of new designs genesising and waka wakaing daily. The biofuelled Boohoo cracks the It girls’ style code to cultivate emotional engagement in a single girl the way biomass boiler burns wood pellets to provide warmth in a single room: total combustion! Want more? Boohoo clothing store is on the line 24/7 ensuring clients keep one stylish mile-high stiletto ahead of the fashion catch-me-if-you-can game. That’s classic! That’s blue chip! So if you think only Macau never sleeps, think again.

There’s a Eunectes murinus and an Indian in front of you and you’re holding the magical stick of hockey legend Major Dhyan Chand, which do you select to hit first? For a man, your loving mum and your smokin’ hot girlfriend with Jennifer Lopez’s booty in its prime as well as the silicone-free, best natural “F” of Aki Hoshino, the angel from the Land of the Rising Boobs, both are drowning, who do you select to save first? Kurt Cobain was right: “Nobody dies a virgin… Life fucks us all.” We are at the crossroads all the time, are we going to take the road not taken that makes all the difference? Or are we just listening to our soul and it shall lead. If so, as you are what you wear, your natural instinct shall shellac your wardrobe with Select — from sixties scooter Mods and motorcycle Rockers swing Go-go-bootsly to British glam rock-inspired 70s “disco look” temperaturizing the Saturday Night Fever. Young, free-spirited woman in the age bracket of 16-25 is bound to fall in love with its hang time jumpsuits playtime playsuits et al. that sway effortless catwalk to feminine CBD style, yet come with wallet-SOS Morse signals indissoluble to other high street fighters. By the way, real man saves his mother, just like he’d pick the woman with taste in Select clothing as his soul mate. And regarding the first question, better run. After all, that’s anaconda, in Tamil “which killed an elephant”… and Indian! Yo’, whatever happened to the values of humanity? Whatever happened to the fairness and equality? Where is the love? In Mahatma Gandhi’s wildest dreams.

The “Inter gravissimas” papal bull issued by Pope Gregory XIII on February 24, 1582 gave rise to the Gregorian calendar wherein the year MDCCCLXXXIV was recorded: The Colchester earthquake a.k.a. the Great English Earthquake (UK’s most destructive) couldn’t shake up and D-STRUCT the Peacocks spreading “its” brilliantly colored, extravagant and oversized eye-spotted tail (“train”) as part of courtship with value-for-money business. That same year while the cornerstone for the Statue of Liberty was laid on Bedloe’s Island in New York Harbor, the bedrock for the Peacocks — a true Victorian Penny Bazaar selling anything and everything — was laid in Warrington, Cheshire by the man named Albert Frank Peacock. Now the value-fast-fashion selling store based in Cardiff, Wales, Peacock’s century-old piercing and loud call evolved through the forces of natural selection in modern day manifests itself in the “Black Dress” by Pearl Lowe, one of the retailer’s skipper brands, which is a supernova product in the solar nebula of the High Street. While the Battle/Siege of Khartoum might have killed human in the name of Charles George Gordon, the martyr British General and his garrison of 7,000 Egyptian and loyal Sudanese troops, it could not kill peacocks and peahens in the name of fashion. Amani, nakupenda, nakupenda wewe.

What’s the origin of the world? Vulva. True enough. Then what’s the origin of Welsh fashion world? Laura Ashley — who poetically captured the soul of the English countryside of outstanding natural beauty (CONB) the way that legendary Chinese painter surmounted the baffling “from where the bell tolls in Wudangshan”. What the artist did, he just drew a monk turning his head sideways and a little out, in a backdrop of a small mountain range, as if he was trying to figure out where the sound came from. What Laura Ashley clothing store did and still doing, it just from head to bosom to vulva to toe portrays a quintessentially English fashion through I-can’t-believe-it’s-so-romantic romantic prints and designs with the hymn of natural fabrics that eulogize and big up a 19th-century rural feel, for the way you rumpy pumpy women’s fashion today.