Bryan Boy Takes A Beating

And now, to test the sense of community among the bloggers of fashion… There are celebrities amongst us. They oust the hard working out of the front row, buy their way through barriers, and find exclusive designer clothes at, you guessed it, their local goodwill. Some of them I truly appreciate, and think completely deserving of their place in the industry due to the dialogue they ignite among industry execs and readers alike. However, some of these few I find a little hard to handle. Namely, Bryan Boy. Yes, the same Bryan Boy whom Marc Jacob’s named a bag after. And yes, the same Bryan Boy who was doomed to a third world country that he subsequently bought his way out of and, hey, you can too! I’ve been following him on twitter for a while now, and besides being bombarded with his irrelevant opinions every waking moment of the day, I started pondering how he affords everything. I get it, Tavi saves up her allowance to go thrift shopping and can’t help receiving cool gifts that designers want to pawn off on a stylish 13-year-old. I mean, at least she is humble enough to call herself the style rookie (even though we know full well that is very untrue). A certain comment got me thinking about how this fur-sporting filipino managed to escape the confines of the “third world” to land in the front row in the first place. Where does he get off rubbing it in our faces how he frolicks with Anna Wintour in the closets of the Vogue office? And after exiting said closet, he can’t wait to tell us how Miuccia Prada sent him a flowery note with her latest and greatest designs. Some comments are barely worth an eye roll, while others just give me a headache. No, this isn’t just jealousy sparked hate. On the contrary, I’m at a loss when it comes to what Bryan Boy is famous for again? His “bitchy commentary”? If “bitchy commentary” is code for complaints, then yes, he does take the cake. The thing is, Bryan Boy did absolutely nothing inventive to earn his position in this industry. And if by dressing in his flamboyant way tells us only one thing, it’s that money can sure get you places. [Edit: As soon as this was posted, this was posted].

He, unfortunately, is not the only culprit. He’s just the leader of the guilty party — a party of guilt that has gotten way out of hand. Meet Kristin Prim, founder and editor-in-chief of Prim Magazine. What’s that, you say? She is only sixteen years old and has her own magazine? On the weekends she hangs out with friend Sky Ferreira?

Kazemi: How do you feel about people constantly saying “THIS GIRL BOUGHT HER WAY INTO THE INDUSTRY”?
Kristin: I will never deny the fact that none of this could have happened without start up money; it’s essential. I don’t think any business would have been established if the founder did not have money. Nevertheless, you can buy fashion but you can never buy style so it is something that has come naturally to me. I surely did not buy everything.

Good thing she possesses an inkling of style, because if this girl had a mouth on her the size of Bryan Boy’s, my respect would be non-existent. And while her magazine is something I wouldn’t hesitate to applaud, I feel that it’s success is overshadowed by the fact that her mommy and daddy paid for it’s start-up while she was busy taking cute photos in the front row of Ohne Titel. Please send all hate mail to my exclusive New York mailbox. Baboosh!

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