hello darkness my old friend

I absolutely love AllSaints.

I do.

I love the clothes and the shoes and the boots and the bags and the store.

It is, however, very very difficult to shop both online and at the store. One has absolutely no idea what one is looking at. Things are flimsy and hang strangely on the hangers, the lighting in the store is alternately bright and shadowy and most things look like an unfinished hem of black fabric, which is why the Lookbook is so handy.

Or would be so handy if it wasn't so damn funny....

You see, the women in the Lookbook seem to have some drama in their lives.
And the men?



Look like beaten puppies.

David. I've told you a thousand times to pick up your socks.

Sigh. I know. It's true.

Is that shave cream in the sink?!

It seems to be. But we both know I don't shave.

Hmm. He has a point. Uh oh.

I was certain Stephen rinsed the sink after he shaved last night...

...she's got something going on. With someone else. Sniff.

Never mind! It must have been me. I'm going out!

Whose panties are THOSE?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....