Public Relayo

Garmento: Someone active in the New York garment district

Public Relayo: Someone active in fashion public relations. Especially in New York

You're gonna love this place. LOVE. IT. Sure, they stole the idea but fashion's about stealing. Don't let anyone tell you different. Most people do nothing with an idea. Yeah, they created it but did they sell it? No, they did not. Is that my problem? No, it is not. Am I Gandhi?
No, I'm PR.

Let's go in. Wow, check it out. Is this fantastic or what. Look, Japanese magazines. They rule. The magazines not the Japanese. You ever work with 'em? I have. They're morons. Who don't pay. Tried to stiff me. No one stiffs me. I wouldn't leave their office until they paid me. And I told 'em that. I didn't get it all but I got enough.

I don't work for free. I don't do anything for free. Some clown wants me to write a post for his blog? Fuck you. I don't do anything for nothing. See, that's your problem. You're like Michael Keaton driving around retards in a van. What was that movie? You don't know that movie? I thought you knew movies. Oh, wait...no one has ever seen the movies you like.

Is that a nice sweater or what. Feel the wool. Who cares it's $400 and they made it for $20. Who's gonna pay the rent? You? With what? But seriously...it's all bullshit. Just a sec...I gotta say hi to someone. Steve! Tasty goods. Dude, is that a Sub? Awesome. Vintage?! Get the fuck outta here! Things must be good. Later, man. Love the concept.

There's a story for you. No taste. Folding folding shirts at Abercrombie and Fitch less than two years ago. Now he's a designer. Totally ripped it off. That's how it works, dude. Play the game. Look, I gotta get some bubble wrap to send a client a case of Barritt's.

You mind if we go in here for a sec? Cool. Hey! Bubble wrap?! No? What the fuck good are you? Can you believe that? Fucking UPS store and they don't have bubble wrap. What's the point. If they were in the funeral business people wouldn't die anymore.

So, where was I. So, Steve is taking it up the ass at A&F. I mean, no one should ever have to work retail. One day he's downtown and there's this guy who has Steve's tasty plus a thousand degrees. Steve would have to stand on Mt Rainer to blow this guy. But who knows about it? I'll tell you who. No fucking one. So, the guy gets ripped off. Down to the floor boards and Steve's wearing a $15,000 Rolex. Why he got a GMT is beyond me. It clashes with his red beard. You got time for lunch? My treat 'cause I know you're fucking destitute.

This shit is all good. I love it here. Order anything. Anyway, I meant to tell you about that interview you did. Look, he's a decent guy but he's dead. No one talks to him anymore. No one gives a shit. And I know he has integrity and that shit you call soul. Whatever. But he's no longer in the game. Used to be. Not any more. You wasted your time. Then there's the other extreme. The woman who sent you that ridiculous tie -- from where? From Fargo or someplace? Dude, more wasted time. I mean if you're ever gonna buy me lunch you gotta knock this shit off.

Fuck, I ate too much. You walking north? Cool, I'll stroll with you as far as 12th. Like the shades? They sent 'em free. I hear working with the French is as bad as the Japanese but they pay more. Look! See that guy? There...in the waxed cotton coat. That guy is dressed like that 'cause of me. No one was wearing this shit until me. So what he looks 50 -- What's your point? Yeah, you may have bought a coat like that when I was 10 but when did you start wearing it again? When I said so. That's when. Jesus, you fuckin' old guys crack me up. Keep screwing with me and no one'll ever talk to you again.