"I love Mickey Mouse more than any woman I have ever known."
Oh wow. It really was a more innocent time.
When I was in Delhi, I discovered this niche apparel store in a mall called DLF Place at uptown Saket called PUNK which carried his-and-hers fashion for punk revivalist wannabes and ironic hipsters. While I no longer reserve much affection for the subculture after I discarded the last of my safety pins from my togs back in high school, I still find its motifs of pseudo-nonconformity, trashy romanticism and enforced irreverence appealing.
The PUNK store is totally my kind of place. When I picked up a T-shirt from a rack to try on, the retail assistant cheerfully informed me that it also comes in black. When I looked at another, he told me that, "That one comes in black too." Gosh, I have lost count of how many times I've seen a T-shirt print I like but was ultimately forced to pass on it because I did not like its colour (i.e. not black). Here, there's a black version of... of everything! What an awesome concept! It almost made me want to lose my head and go on a girly-type shopping spree.
However, since I did not carry a spare X-chromosome with me, I exercised self-restrain and purchased only one item,
|Isn't that a bit excessive and kind of redundant?|
It's a skeletal Mickey blowing his brainstem out by firing a revolver through his mouth! What do you think? It set me back Rs 800 (roughly fifty ringgit), but it's probably the only one of its kind in Malaysia right now. There's just something morbidly satisfying about seeing a world-famous cartoon icon end his life in such a spectacularly gruesome manner, but if you ask me, it's not nearly gory enough for my taste. They ought to have used a fully-fleshed Mickey instead of a calaca, and depict his head exploding from a hollow-point impact with grisly pieces of face, shreds of brain matter and bloody eyeballs flying energetically in all directions. I want to be able to put on that piece of thread, walk out to the streets, and make every kindergartener who sees me cry in absolute terror.
I expect both my grandmother and the Long-Suffering Girlfriend™ are going to complain about my buying yet another black shirt to add to my very invariably monochromatic wardrobe, but I think they are just jealous of my deft sense of fashion. Batman dresses in all-black, all-the-time too but you don't see them make much of a to-do about what he wears.
Thinks black is the new black,
k0k s3n w4i
k0k s3n w4i