>Find a jacket you love
>Its only 39.99!!!
>Only available size is xl
>I wear a medium...
Its a waste of money.
why spend 500 dollars on a jacket when you can get better quality for less.
Its literally brand name, designed for fags like you that want to be recognized by other rich fags. Its the rich fags Hollister or American Eagle, with the same iconic branding.
The only difference? Its expensive, which limits who can wear it. Like a cool kids club for people with autismo that spend a lot.
look around, and you'll find good jackets for less.
tldr price =/= quality or style
Seriously the moneys worth it but its not necessary to get one at 500$ especially if you dont have that type of money, just know that if its less than 150$ its probably complete shit
Dont atually buy 3 pack at walmart but I do buy a few 15 dollar shirts at places like walmart. It looks feels and fits great, no need to spend any more money rather than buy what works
Probs not but i am poor paying rent going to school and try to buy a car. Ill buy 80 dollar plain white t shirts that look slightly better than the shit everyone around me wears some other year
what is ur point?
"some designers have sold polyester goods once or twice for exorbitant prices, therefore ALL designer goods are ALWAYS the same quality as walmart shit"
do u have any idea how dumb u sound
>Its literally brand name, designed for fags like you that want to be recognized by other rich fags. Its the rich fags Hollister or American Eagle, with the same iconic branding.
I buy >$500 jackets, but i've never bought one with branding
>price =/= quality or style
ok effay this is going to be pretty long
>buy some boots from Rokin
>they were a piece of shit
>there was a small cut in the leather on the inside sole
>fake goodyear welts (glued instead)
>email them to return them
>say I can't because they're been worn outside
whatever I'll just use paypals dispute resolution right?
>go through the paypal process
>eventually get informed that if I mail them back I'll get a full refund
>cool postage costs $60 but thats better than nothing
>boots arrive in Spain on the 13th of June
>'held in clearance' for two weeks
>email postage company asking what was up, say recipient hasn't paid customs fee
>ok email paypal telling them this get useless stock responses
>claim gets closed because delivery wasn't made in 30 days
>oh fuck this
after calling and emailing like a fucking dozen times I had to get a signed document from Spanish customs giving proof that the parcel is being held because the duties haven't been paid for. Spanish customs were fucking useless after emailing them and because of the language barrier not getting anywhere the package is being sent back because they only hold parcels for forty days
fuck this so much
fuck rokin shoes never buy from them what's the best way I can ruin their online reputation
I'm going to call paypal tomorrow and have a fucking go at them
>find ultimate grail item online
>on sale 80% off, still extremely expensive ($600+)
>cave in and make purchase after hour of contemplation
>instant buyers remorse
>realize I can't be spending this much on fashion
>call bank and force-cancel the payment
This feel will live with me for life. I was so close to having my ultimate grail item. But to spend $600+ on a single piece of clothing is absolutely silly.
>he thinks fashion is about the quality of clothing
You just stepped into the wrong neighborhood, motherfucker.
Are you fucking stupid?
If you ever start developing some actual taste, you'll realize how lightly branded most clothes are (if at all). The guys brandishing logos are usually the dickheads in gucci hats.
As for thinking this is a cool kid's club because the price is a limiting factor for who can buy it: Total bullshit. People have no idea how much nice clothes cost. If someone's trying to gauge the cost of an outfit of mine, it's not unheard of for them to literally be off by a factor of 10. People are fucking stupid, and you quickly realize that nobody respects you and your clothes more than you do. Not even close.
THAT'S when you start dressing for yourself. When you realize you could spend 90% less and still amaze everyone. And ironically that's also the point that you've incorrectly decided is where you only buy clothes to show off.
If we wanted to show off, we'd buy polo button downs with the pony logo, burberry clothes with the tartan pattern, LV bags covered in the LV logo, etc. People eat that shit up, and almost nobody on this board with any self respect wears any of that.
You pretty much couldn't be more wrong.
>dealing with anything besides UPS, Fedex, or DHL internationally
>not realizing how bad non-American/non-British postal services are
>buying internationally for your first item from a new brand
you fucked up
Maybe to him a grail means something he'll never have, rather than something he really really wants.
>tfw able to justify thousands of dollars in purchases by accepting that it means nothing in the grand scheme of money throughout your life
There comes a point when quality is no longer important.
If a H&M t-shirt can last you one year, I can guarantee a Rick Owens t-shirt will last you two. But if you expect it to last fifty years because it cost x10 more, you're fucking stupid.
quality still has some importance though, if something will shrink 2 sizes after the first wash and the stiching will fall apart after first wear, i'm not gonna buy it even if i love the design
xD you sure told him
>Have thick feet so worried about buying shoes online without trying them on first
>See boots that I want
>The only retailer in Sweden is some punk store in Stockholm
>some guy who supposedly is my friend wants to borrow my common projects for a second
>sure there u go
>tfw he suddenly whips out a skateboard out of nowhere and starts skating
>no what are you doing stop you motherfucker
>he skates for 15 minutes
>returns the shoes
>theyre fucking destroyed
>tfw no friends irl and my dream friends are fake and ruin my shoes
>tfw never will been had friends :(
>go out with gril
>leave my sweater on the table whilst I go toilet
>she says whilst holding my sweater 'Isn't this really expensive?'
>Find a plain tee you like
>no pointless front pocket
>no sleeves with pointless patches
>just plain tee thats comfy and doesnt shrink/stretch
>tend to wear a medium, so i buy a medium
>it arrives and medium is too big
>should of bought a small regret forever
Thats the problem with american sizes you guys are too fucking big
Buying 3 pack tshirt sat walmart is like getting a fat bitch drunk, and taking her home in order to
" save time" since you would have had sex with 300+ lbs of female and spend the same amount on cheap liquor
Packed deals are great kek
>into simple graphic tees like wtaps and undercover
>not spending £60 on a t shirt
>look around for nice graphic tees
>finally find one I like and order it
>email next day
>sorry we're out of stock
>watching porn with rest of class
>teacher pauses the porn
>"all the boys stand up"
>"are you all aroused?"
>we mutter "yes"
>"walk to the front then" the teacher says
>we drop our pants
>"okay girls, find a boy you want to ride and do so, pronto!"
>the girls scurry like fucking rats to their chosen partner
>i'm left alone
>i've already came somehow
>the teacher looks at me and sighs
>"well well clive, looks like i'm gonna have to service you again"
>he takes out his erect cock and rubs it on my cock
>he's jerking us both off with one hand
>have to listen to the rest of the class enjoying themselves
>they've started to form strange shapes and their colours change
>teacher slaps me for not paying attention
>throws me to the ground
>he cums in my mouth
Work part time in Australia, make $300-400+ a week off 15-20 hours.
Buy from Europe or America (no import taxes in aus)
Get your shit cheaper than you while making easily triple the wage of an american part timer.
Almost finished uni with 100k graduate program locked in.
1 decent 500 dollar+ item lasts forever
1 shit quality piece of shit looks like shit made from shit lasts a month, and u keep buying shit clothes over and over. Fuck off you pleb
A lot of high priced items are really delicate. The most expensive 'casual' things in my wardrobe(about $400 each) aren't crafted that much better than something around the $200 mark. Some of them are also dry-clean only.
At a certain point you're really only paying for the design itself/the designer
expensive =/= greatest quality/best durability
I know this is stupid but I can't stop laughing.
>be introverted but otherwise normal fag
>have friends but content sitting on the computer all day
>birthday in 2 days
>dont want any attention, was just going to have dinner with family
>friends find out
>making me go clubbing
Fuck i hate this. And the face that its the shittiest problem ever makes it worse
Carhartt costs 200. Maybe an arctic jacket could run that much or an all leather or skeepskin one. My levis commuter trucker is my favorite jacket and I paid 70 for it. I'm pretty sure it will last many years. There's a place between h&m and fjallraven in terms of jackets. The jacket in ops pic is unlined and nylon. If you pay 500 for unlined nylon then you probably have a happy combination of a trust fund and an extra chromosome.
>be into buying surplus
>find size charts for different countries and memorize my proper sizes
>find something I like
>Small, Medium, Large
>not sure if small or medium, always depends on the garment
>Struggling with depression since my mid-teens.
>Have female friends but never had any romantic relationship with a woman. Mainly because I don't know how.
>Dad used to drink a lot when I was younger and abuse me and my mom.
>I don't drink because of it.
>Makes it difficult for me to hook up with women because they never show interest unless they're drunk and I'd feel like I was taking advantage if I did anything with them.
>Browse /fit/ and become fit.
>Become confident and start to actually like myself.
>Discover /fa/ and become effay.
>It becomes easier to motivate myself everyday.
>Grades are improving.
>Intrinsically motivated and stop caring about how women perceive me.
>Go out for a dead friend's birthday.
>People who haven't seen me for a while pay me compliments on my clothes and overall aesthetic.
>I appreciate the sentiment but I'm at a place where other people's opinions of me, good or bad, don't matter anymore.
>There's about twenty of us.
>I'm in deep conversation with a friend about the deceased. Knew him since we were both eight.
>Look up briefly into the crowd of friends/friends of friends who came out.
>See a woman.
>Don't know who she is.
>Six foot tall.
>Dressed incredibly, compared to all the other women who are dressed like every woman who goes somewhere to drink and dance.
>I am taken by her beauty.
>Put her out of my mind regardless. She's probably drunk already.
>Leave the bar we're in to go to a club.
>As we're leaving I sense someone rush up behind me. I don't look back.
>After I walk through the door. Someone walks up beside me.
>She knows my name, but we've never spoken before.
>She sits with me in the club.
>She likes Voltaire. Genuinely. It doesn't seem like she's trying to impress me.
>She's physically expressive.
>She keeps holding my hand and resting her head on my shoulder.
>Her use of English is eloquent.
>After a while I start to wonder if she's even been drinking.
>'I actually don't drink anon.'
>She said this while making eye contact and it took everything I had not to move my face.
>We can sense each other's lack of experience.
>Nothing happens between us.
>We just talk.
>The club is closing soon.
>She gets a coke and leaves it on the table.
>She drinks it slowly.
>She finishes it an hour after the music stops.
>'Do you want a ride home anon?'
>We have twenty minutes left together.
>The atmosphere during the car journey is similar to that of the rest of the night.
>We stay well below the speed limit.
>She pulls into my place.
>We look at each other.
>'Anon, I had a really lovely time tonight. I'd like to give you my phone number. Text me some time. I'd love to see you again.'
>I get out of her car and wave her off before going inside.
>Too overcome with joy to sleep.
>I can't stop thinking about her.
>Her soft hands in mine.
>I realise that I need to text her.
>I worry that she might have changed her mind.
>I don't want to let her know that I'm interested.
>I'm overcomplicating a situation and I know I'll ruin it if I continue to think that way.
>Need to write the message.
>Spend two days trying come up with something perfect.
>Everything I write is trash.
>I need help.
>Where can I go?
>It hits me.
>I used to be a mess. I couldn't make conversation with most people without hyperventilating. I hated myself and spent days in bed. Then 4chan saved me.
>Make thread asking for help. Mostly troll posts. Nothing surprising.
>Get called a beta faggot.
>Some anon posts a few simple words. Beautiful in every way. Reading them almost reduces me to tears.
>He has written my message.
>I am unable to bring myself to send it straight away.
>I wait a few more days.
>Ten days have passed since our first meeting.
>I type the message into phone.
>My hands are shaking and I am sweating all over.
>I take a deep breath and hit send.
>My heart is beating rapidly.
>Ten minutes later I receive a message.
>Adrenaline forces me to open it immediately.
>'What do you mean 'finger me in the ass', Anon? Is this some sort of sick joke??'
>I don't reply and avoid social gatherings forever so I don't see her or anyone she knows ever again.
>going to Canada and ask for a diet coke on the flight - weird looks but they eventually shiftily pass me a pepsi max
>touch down in st johns and spend the entire check-in scared they'll smell it on my breath/random check me/here from someone on the plane
>all goes well
>collect my baggage and its been cut open and all the shit is messed up - clearly didn't find anything but still shook
>order jeans online
>order gets cancelled because information could not be verified (e.g. why are you sending something to the US with a Canadian card from Europe?)
>call and sort things out
>jeans sold out
>"we''ll give you back the money"
I don't want the money. I want the jeans.
Whats does effay think of this?
>Fuckin' gf one night
>Put it in my bum
>Try to put it in her bum
>Won't go in
>Try again the next time
>Won't go in
>Finger her butt like crazy the next time
>Try to put wang in
>Won't go in
>Ask her why her butthole has to be so small after we get done fucking
>Says my willy is really wide but we'll get there eventually
>wants to shag in the woods