As a questionable looking child , branded with a monobrow and rainbow steel, jarred to my rutted teeth (11 years of metallic torture) I was an acquired taste, palatable only to my mother who saw perfection in an awkward looking son. I feared attention and sought to recoil my self-conscious frame to a world of one, where me, myself and I could play in my lands of make believe, thus popular (gross... what a nonsense word) I was not. - WOW, who knew I was such a drip. Violins not necessary, as I blossomed.... Swan Like - Nope! More average... like Joe Bloggs. Anywho, Before I bore you with my self-deprecation - the word "Popular" is a word that I meet with much distain matched with a sour looking face. Bitter maybe... Yet imagine the gurned disfigured look when I came across a brand called "SOPOPULAR"... Lame - the very word I uttered. I judged! I hold my head in shame, as I was met with pictorial delights showcasing their latest collection of slim silhouettes coupled with exquisite cuts and lashings of superior fabrics all treated with love and care from the three responsible Berliners. This will teach me not to judge a book by its cover, eh.
Pics Courtesy of SOPOPULAR