Shake Hands with the Devil and Pick his Pocket, Too

There comes a time in every artist’s career where they have to make a decision that involves personal aesthetic vs. money.

I made mine: fucking cold hard cash.  Without even blinking an eye.

It was an easier decision for me than it would be for others; fashion design isn’t exactly an outlet for my deepest passions or anything like that.  And if I get the opportunity to make ugly shit for cash, then I’ll do it.

Truth be told, fashion design is, in and of itself, a sell-out decision on my part.  I used to paint, and wanted to do something practical that would theoretically make money.  Which it does.  Theoretically.

Anyway, what I’m getting at is that I have no qualms whatsoever making horrible 80s inspired remade vintage so long as it brings in money.  Which it should.  Theoretically.

Fingers crossed.