I just received my copy of the latest New York Magazine, and there's a kid on the front wearing the same outfit as pictured above, but in a different pose. The caption reads, "This is Mike the Ruler. He is 13. He is a fashion giant on Instagram." This comes just after I stumbled across a 12-year-old fashion designer named Isabella Rose Taylor who is selling her designs at Neiman Marcus or Nordstrom or something. I think it's Neiman Marcus.
WHY AM I SO OLD?!
13? Fashion giant? Cover of New York Magazine? What!? Where did I go wrong in my life? Growing up, my mom made sure I was meticulously dressed in matching ensembles of top-of-the-line kids clothes. But this kid is wearing Supreme, Rick Owens, and other ridiculously expensive streetwear fashion brands which are extremely popular at the moment. They're popular with guys my age (30-ish) with careers and funds to pay for such clothing. The guys who go for this kind of fashion probably drop entire paychecks on jackets and jeans, then ration cans of tuna for lunch and dinner the rest of the month. (See: Four Pins, a men's fashion blog.) These are straight guys, mind you.
Anyway, then this kid comes along and is clearly a spoiled pubescent whose parents can afford to drop small fortunes for size small men's streetwear and high fashion brands. In the picture above, he's wearing a Helmut Lang jacket and antique denim Levis. Algebra? Biology? Literature? No, no, no. Instead, Mike the Ruler spends his days taking selfies of himself wearing these supremely expensive duds.
I just checked, and he has over 7,500 followers on Instagram. I have like 2. If that.
You know, the more I read, the more I think I'd like this kid if I met him. This article on Four Pins paints him as a nice, intellectual kid. He's written articles and essays about fashion, and it seems to be an appropriate passion for him. I, myself, love clothes. I just can't afford anything he wears. So, while we might be able to hang and have intelligent discussions about fashion, I'll always feel pangs of jealousy while checking out his shoes. Damn kids.
The rumor mill was churning today, and begged me to take notice. I hate Kim Jong-un with a passion. What a douche. He is not a leader, but a dictator. That old rumor mill was spouting bits about Mr. Jong-un making his own personal hairstyle and cut the only style and cut available to male undergrads in North Korea. Imagine a country full of black haired Macklemores. I wasn't at all surprised, but on a search for more information, I found out this rumor was probably just that -- a rumor. Damn. I definitely wanted another reason to hate this guy. He's so hate-able already. Oh, and I finally got an opportunity to use my favorite photo of him above. Don't worry, though, because I'm pretty sure everyone still hates this guy. What a goober.
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My name is Nicholas Emeigh, but everyone calls me Nick, and I prefer it. I'm usually called Nicholas when I'm in trouble. I'm from the Philadelphia area, work in business, and fancy myself as a freelance graphic designer, writer, and artist. I have a passion for art in all its forms including music, but I restrict my singing to the shower and the car for the good of society. If you'd like to know more, just send me an e-mail. I really appreciate you stopping by.