Results tagged “americanapparel”

The sign of the hipster apocalypse is spelled out in Helvetica. Black and white. "Now Hiring."

Photo by Stephanie Fysh from the Torontoist Flickr Pool.

Forget Harlequin––the results from NOW's massive love and sex survey are now out.

Photo by David Topping.

This weekend, the Ex is once again hosting Toronto's popular Clothing Show, the retail sales event offering "the unique, the unusual, and the handcrafted" to the citizenry.

French rap group TTC makes one thing clear on their MySpace page: "We don't make rap for people who don't like rap. We make rap for people who love rap more than anything else in the world, and who fucking love many other things too." They're a passionate bunch.

Torontonians are, to say the least, an opinionated bunch. So instead of a simple "Best Of" list to cap 2006 off, the Torontoist staffers have racked their brains about everything (books, songs, restaurants, people, places, stores, newspapers, politicians, musicians, and a lot more) to bring you their choices for the very best and the very worst of our city this past year. It's Torontoist Love/Hate 2006, and you can find a new one every day at noon from December 26th until January 1st.

30-something woman to friend in American Apparel: It's a good thing I only own cats! If I owned a dog, I'd spend all of my money buying it outfits. This streeter was brought to you by blogger and all around fabulous person Sofi....

Sweetspot.ca, the website for all things fashion, food and frivolity turns one today. It's useful for learning that you are paying way too much for your American Apparel pervy-chic tees, or that too much sun is bad for you, or that Ho Su has changed the colour of its rice to pink. Kidding. They've just gone all brown and earthy on us.

These high-priced t shirt purveyors confuse us to no end. The Americans come North, and set up a shop that trades on Canadian sweats, even outfitting our Olympic team. And then the Canuck goes south, to manufacture tees in LA, and brand his company 'American.' Perhaps they're both just a little confused. Sadly, Toronto is still puritanical: 'Charney says American Apparel gets more flack in Toronto than any other city in North America.'

Today brings us yet another installment in the Dov Charney Media Feature Lovefest. This time from the Times, by way of Gawker. Even before the US outlets caught on to the charisma of American Apparel's Canadian Porn Star in Chief, Dov was hyped in an amazingly lengthy and nuanced piece by Mireille Silcoff. And now, every gal with a pen and a pulse knows she can go to LA (or NY) to meet with Dov and generate the same hot hot print heat. Read in sucession, Dov's exploits (not labour exploiting) are a bit numbing. And though it's hard not to appreciate a guy who, according to the NYT, describes himself as "born in the brisket" of Montreal Jewry, at the end of the day, an overpriced t is but that. Maybe all the journos can get together and write the guy a play.