Perhaps some disclosure is in order. I am not a 16 year old boy. I do not live in Orange County or any other suburban area. In my life I have never gone surfing or skateboarding.
But. I. Love. Hollister. I can't get enough. How so many people can go through life without wearing a California-themed t-shirt from Hollister is totally beyond me. Yes I'm aware that Hollister is connected to Abercrombie, and that in the end they're all just selling an image. But dammit, it's an image I love: comfortable, laid-back, just diggin' the world and everybody in it. Have I bought into the hype? Perhaps. But at $15.50 a tee, how can I afford not to?
And never will.
28 March 2005
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