Seriously, where is the safe haven for people who like indie rock and dressed in thrift store clothes prior to 2002?
Jason subtly accused me today of subscribing to this mantra:
How do those of us who don't totally suck regain our individuality? At least until these posers find a new "trend?"
The same thing happened circa 1992 when the Gap started carrying flannel shirts after Nevermind hit #1. I just raided my dad's closet.
Now I know how the Original Gangstas feel.