Our frandz

R: E and I would like to think we have pretty fashionable friends.  Because style is such a rare find on this college campus, we want to take a moment to shout out our well-quaffed associates.  First, our hipsters.  While skinny jeans, clark shoes, American Apparel hoodies, and cigarettes are nothing out of the ordinary in Seattle or Portland, here in Walla Walla we commend your attempts at bringing a certain urban aesthetic to the desolation of eastern Washington.  Many of you will enjoy the spotlight in later blog posts, but for now, be content with a general nod to your obscure band t-shirts and meaningful tattoos.  Next, the bros, particularly the Betas and a select number of Tkes.  Wolf shirts, Carhartts, flannels, or in Chris Huong’s case, sweaters and corduroys never looked so good.  Don the toolish frat shirts a bit less often and your might find yourself on this blog, especially if your name rhymes with Lion Brambell.  The hippies, boy do we have a special place in our hearts for you.  Your hair, never dyed and always greasy, sits atop a body covered in organic activist shirts, rei skirts, and last but certainly not least the ubiquitous Danskos.  So ugly, yet so comfortable.  While we’d like to see Chocos left for the rafting trip, and not for the library, your commitment to an au naturale aesthetic more often than not makes up for the foot follies. 

In the coming months we’ll be showing you all more of what we’re talking about in hopes that you take a cue from your respective social group and up the anti on your style.  When you do, we’ll be waiting.