Crazy Antiks

So for the first 15 minutes at the Antik Denim show last night my ears were raped by wailing, pointless guitar riffs that went on, well, 15 minutes too long. A dude in a leather jacket jerked off an electric guitar, alone, nary a model in sight, tapping his wa-wa and yanking his wamie bar for what felt like forever. At one point someone actually yelled out "ENOUGH ALREADY." Soon after the show began, models carrying guitars plodded down the runway. A few cute kids walked the show too, they scored applause. But I don't know why showing jeans automatically means we HAVE to see the models tits. Denim=tits, not that there's anything wrong with that, it's just that it's all so predictable. And also predictable is this retro punk thing that's going on. personally I want it to die. I loved the sexy cowgirls with almost mexican blanket-esque stitching on the pockets of last season. This year it's all drugery black and gray, and trying to look as Syd and Nancy as possible. The colorful embroidery replaced by yellow stiching and studs. And what's worse— apparently we've seen the death of the boot cut jean. It's over. Too bad cause they make everyone look good. All three shows last night featured tight legged, ankle chokers. At Antik they were paired with chunky boots, though with a pair of stilettos a smile starts to spread across my face, I may rock the skinny jeans but you can keep your damn safety pins to yourself, thank you. Oh and please, please no more skulls.