Unabashed Wal-Mart Shopper Speaks
The first hint I had that Wal-Mart was actually on to fashion, and absorbing what was happening on the runways, was a pair of black nylon sandals I bought in 1997. I found them in Asheville, N.C., on the way to pick up my son at summer camp. They had big silver O-rings on the sides, Velcro closures and corrugated rubber soles.
Two years later, I had them on in Paris, at a Balenciaga show.
"Are those Gucci?" Allen Questrom, who was then the chief executive officer of Barneys, asked me.
"No, Wal-Mart." I smiled. "Nine ninety-nine."
Baggy Pants, tired of baggy pants, I didnt like them on my father and I don't like them on me. You can't buy a pair of pants that fit anymore. We all must look like Rap Gangsters. Give me a pair of pants that fit, and make me look like me a man.