The editors at the glossy fashion magazines have had a hard time deciding how to approach the economic downturn. There have been some forced-sounding articles on shopping at Target and “in your closet.” It’s time to bring in Ice-T. My main pimp, looking stylish in a $100 suit, sounded off to New York Magazine about fashion and finance, and don’t tell me he didn’t hit the nail right on the head and in exactly the language I would use, too.
He told New York, “Unless you’re ultrarich, like to the point where you can’t go broke, motherfuckers are buckling and tightening their belts. I mean, me and my wife, I’m on a hot television show [Law & Order], but this year we’re like, let’s spend a little less, not splurge.”
Then he made me love him even more by dissing shabby chic runway looks. “This chick is walking down the runway, her stockings are torn, dragging her shit — it’s attitude, ” Ice-T told New York. “You walk in the room, motherfuckers be like, ‘Damn, who the fuck is that?’ It’s not about the name tags at the end of the day.”
Yeah! Enough of models dragging their shit on the runway. And “Motherfuckers be like, ‘Damn, who the fuck is that?'” is a cover line for the ages. Mark my words, Carine is going to be all over that.
Here’s a photo of Ice-T with his hot bitch and my personal idol, Coco.
I’m thankful that their fairytale romance seems to be going strong. If these two broke up, I’m not sure I could carry on.