For all that DONE TO DEATH mocks the scene, I've always had an affinity for the goth subculture. However, I just don't do the whole dressing up to the nines thing.

Because the one time I actually did have what was then two-foot long hair teased into a Robert Smith-like headcloud and went to a local danceclub's goth night, I was mistaken for a girl.

A fat, ugly girl. With nice hair.

Never again.

I'm currently working on a pair of ridiculous-looking sideburns that I may try and turn into muttonchops. Being happily married to someone who's going to love you no matter how stupid you look really lends itself to personal style experimentation.

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you know…this thread needs pictures for proof

subcultured
you know…this thread needs pictures for proof

I second that. If I had a scanner, I'd hella show you guys me with tucked in stretchy pants.

subcultured
you know…this thread needs pictures for proof

I think that pics like that often serve as blackmail items, ne? *laughs*

I used to wear a black BDU jacket every I went, from about age 15 up to 2 years ago. I used to do a lot of metalworking and it was handy as a covering for my clothes, but then I just continued to wear it, whether I'd be in shop or not. Year before last I just sort of lost track of it, I haven't been able to find it since. I don't give two good god-damns about fashion but I know that this item was bad because after so many years with all the abuse of the metal-shop it was faded and ripped all over, with one of the pockets completely shredded.

KomradeDave
I used to wear a black BDU jacket every I went, from about age 15 up to 2 years ago. I used to do a lot of metalworking and it was handy as a covering for my clothes, but then I just continued to wear it, whether I'd be in shop or not. Year before last I just sort of lost track of it, I haven't been able to find it since. I don't give two good god-damns about fashion but I know that this item was bad because after so many years with all the abuse of the metal-shop it was faded and ripped all over, with one of the pockets completely shredded.

That actually sounds kind of cool, in a rugged, I'm-too-hip-to-worry-about-my-clothing-falling-apart sort of way.

Also, this is kind of an irrelevant tangent, but does anyone else besides me hate Old Navy's awful, awful new tagline “Get Your Fash' On”? I prayed it would go away when the back-to-school ads they were featured in disappeared come late September, but they seem to still be using it for the holiday season commercials (which, incidentally, seem to be getting less ironically kitschy– as was the Old Navy trademark, back in the day– and more plain stupid). Not since “Mama's Got The Magic Of Clorox” have I gotten this infuriated over a commercial slogan. (A close runner-up is Scotch Tape's “Mad About Plaid”, though they've been using the same purple-Santa commercial for years, so I'm kind of immune to it now.)

Also of note: Kool Whip just came out with a new Thanksgiving commercial too, promoting its new French Vanilla flavor, and everybody in it looks so happy, so frighteningly euphoric, so positively soiling themselves over the concept of putting a big dollop of congealed high-fructose corn syrup on their apple turnovers. They seem to have cranked the already intense “passionately boy-band-warbled Kool Whip jingle” up another few bazillion more decibels in the studio, so the overall effect, I think, is the opposite of subliminal advertising: It's advertising that leaps off the TV screen, sledgehammers a hole in your brain, and screams to the few twisted nerve endings left in your shattered, pitiful skull, “FOR GOD'S SAKE, JUST BUY SOME DAMN KOOL WHIP!”

…Sorry. Kind of lost control or something there. My point being… um… yyyyeah. Even if your clothes are a little scuffed up, there's no reason why you shouldn't still get your fash' on.

Ian Jay
get your fash' on.

Is it just me or does that sound like a euphemism for masturbation?
Don't let those clothes get too scuffed up… you start to look like a homeless person. :)
I had a pair of jeans that I LOVED. They were a great light pair that had faded nicely. A nice slim fit too, REAL jeans there were, not those baggy pretend jeans… but I digress. Anyway, as they got holes in them, I made a point of adding stylish patches, finding just the right fabric and cutting just the right shape: A suede knee patch here, a strip of camouflage ex-amy pants fabric there… Eventually they were covered in several overlapping patches, front and back.

It got to the stage where they could either look extremely funky or just plain silly. Then one day after one wash too many the dye in the black denim patches suddenly freed itself and the jeans were left with ugly black/grey stains here and there on the thighs. After that they just looked plain crap. I tried wearing them a few more times, but it just wasn't the same, they were dead and I looked like a homeless person… :(

What an awesome topic :D

Hmm… I have a couple…

When I was in the first or second grade, my mom made me wear these over-all type pants, only they were black and cotton, and shaped like a watermelon seed. Everyone made fun of me. I was so sad!

In the 7th grade, for some reason, the teachers and principal wanted the students to dress up one day. I wore a green shiney dress with white stockings and black shoes. When I went to school, barely anyone was dressed up, and I noticed I over-did it… so I was made fun of the entire day :(

Hmm… Lesse…

I don't think I have anymore that I can remember… But since I'm only 15, I don't have that many.

I work a bright blue shirt with a red and green tie today.

People were laughing at me behind my back, I didn't care. It was the best tie ever.

I have a shirt which is a horrible shade of yellow and looks like it's supposed to be that colour, needless to say, i've never worn it before and i don't intend on wearing it since i have one black shirt (funerals), one blue shirt (special occasions, sometimes casual) and loads of white shirts (school and special occasions)

DancingChaos
In the 7th grade, for some reason, the teachers and principal wanted the students to dress up one day. I wore a green shiney dress with white stockings and black shoes. When I went to school, barely anyone was dressed up, and I noticed I over-did it… so I was made fun of the entire day :(

Huh. And to think I thought you were a dude all this time.

You… aren't a dude, right?

Well I got a pair of sunglasses with sideburns build-in, wore those and somone nearly mugged me. Yes, for the glasses.

I also wore a paperclip shirt, which got tangled into one huge mass of WTF and then I lost it, now I'm making another.

A duct tape hat (not just a normal one, this one was fucking huge.)
And one day I wore another hat under it, this was to piss off teachers, because they told me to take my hat off, and I had another one under it. I know it sounds retarded, but it was funny to me then.

Another time for a presentation, my teacher told me to dress formally, however I decided to take it further, and sought out a top-hat and a monocle. I did not find the monocle, but I managed to get my hands on a really snazzy suit jacket, and a hat from party pig. I got in trouble for that one.

I also gave up shaving for lent one year, and I was hoping I'd look cool by the end of it, instead it just grew out in patches and I finally got pressured into shaving.

Oh, my new problem: I constantly do not realize when to cut my hair so I wind up just getting a shaggy ball on my head, which then forms into what has been described to me as a “helmet”

I don't really give a crap about fashion. If they think I look wierd, they can stare all they want. As long as they don't do anything to screw up my life, I'm fine.

hmm…right now I'm wearing a giant t-shirt I got for free at a job interview, cargo shorts, knee-high socks and a mini towel on my head. I'd say I look pretty crappy right now. and fat.

Ian Jay
Huh. And to think I thought you were a dude all this time.

You… aren't a dude, right?

Duh! That's why they made fun of him!
naah, I think she is actually a gal.

The mediocre one, one of the things you said reminded me of an interesting sort of “fashion mistake” I once made… It was about two years ago I think, maybe 3. The thing is I love hats, I've got quite a collection and often wear them when I go out. Anyway, I had this lovely wide brimmed straw fedora that I was particularly happy with. I'd replaced its hatband with a lovely old antique black hatband that I found and I gave it a fantastic feather crest on one side made from these beautiful iridescent black floppy feathers. I'd get all sorts of compliments for it…

Except one day I was on the train and this huge aboriginal man took exception to it. He demanded I take it of because it was dishonouring his dead grandmother… Saying I was dishonouring his cultural practises or something. Well I do not try to be offensive to people, racialist, or deliberately culturally insensitive, but I don't back down to bullies or threats and I don't like being told what I can wear by people, so I argued back, telling him that he may very well have his sensitivities, but there are lots of people here all living together and we all have our own cultural practices… But apparently he believed his were more important and that's all that mattered.

So he came over and started attacking me! trying to punch me in the face and tear my hat up. Me, tiny little me stuck sitting in my seat on a crowded train, against gigantic him, looming over me, raining blows.
Anyway, I didn't like to seriously fight back, not that I could readily do much from that position, but I managed to avoid serious harm. In due course the crowded train of deaf and blind cowards produced two heroes who charged the monster and knocked him to the ground. After that he was taken from the train by an officer and his details recorded. I had to go in later and report the incident to security at the station, but I declined to press any charges: The way I thought about it was that if he behaved that way over a hat, he'd probably already had a pretty shitty life, nothing I could do would punish him worse than that.

My hat survived the ordeal completely intact despite the maulings of the hamfisted loon. But after that I just didn't feel so fine about wearing it anymore: It had bad mojo :(
As for me, the only damage I suffered was a slight scratch under my eye from my sunglasses. The wing on my lovely Rayban sunnies was bet too!
-Lucky a good firent worked at a local optometrist so she was able to fix them for me for free the next day ^_^

Soooooo, there you go, that hat was a COOL stylish item, that became a serious fashion mistake…

(The funny thing is, he wasn't even from the area, his “people” were from thousands of kilometers away in another sate, as was he; his cultural sensitivities are not those of the native people of the area.)

When I was in second to about fourth grade during the winter I'd wear this bright purple snowsuit. Think snow-pants but for your entire body. With this I'd wear one of those knitt-hats with the crazy diagonal zig-zag designs on it and bobbles on the top. I thought it was the coolest thing in the entire world. But we'd have to take them off during school, and so I'd wear these big-honkin' boots during the day because I never remembered to bring in an extra pair of shoes. One day I even forgot to wear pants underneath of the snowsuit. That was… quite embarrassing.

I also used to wear these dark green wind-pants with a matching purple wind jacket.

…Not to mention during fourth grade I got braces, glasses, and wore my hair (which used to be so long I could sit on it) in a single braid every single day. And I was sort of chubby.

Thank goodness those years are over. I look relatively normal now. I got contacts (and a cuter pair of glasses), got rid of the braces, cut my hair and slimmed down a bit. I still don't really match some days, but the way I see it is that fashion isn't about what “looks good on you” or matching or anything like that: it's all about your confidence. Anyone can pull off anything if they are confident enough.

If i were 10 or 20 years older, i would have loads!

Er, I only have fashion mistakes, I never look cool.
Is probably because I hate jeans, so I always and up with a weird-looking type of pants. Also I don't give a damn about shoes, I just don't find them pretty. So no one ever likes my pants or my shoes. So that leaves me to my sweaters and shirts… Well, nothing looks good, so my shirts are always black and mostly with some sort of band/movie/cartoon print on it that I like. Well, people don't really take you serious when wearing a Batman shirt.
But people DO apprieciate it when you've got a music shirt, those are the only things that still give me a lil' respect ;)

And my hair has never looked this good. Not that it DOES, but at least it's way better than before. I had it painted red for a while, but I realised later on that it just wasn't cool. So now I'm just letting it grow and I'll see were it ends up.

Mine would have to be the time I went to school without wearing pants. I just had underpants.

And it's your call whether I'm joking or not.

Here's just a couple of my fashion faux-pas throughout the years

- Leggings with stirrup bottoms, paired with canvas sneakers
- Ponytails on the side of the head
- Mushroom cut
- Skorts
- Cuordoroy pants (Do those look good on anyone?)
- Shirts that were wayy too low cut for my age at the time (14… jailbait, anyone?)

I haven't been too bad as of late, unless you count my penchant for wearing the same black zipper hoodie over everything- it's too comfy not to wear.

I wear a grey hoodie 23/7 . Thats as much of a fasion mistake im ever gonna get close to.

Waking up in the morning was my fashion mistake.

once upon a time, in my awkward early-adolescent years, I happened to be having a bad hair day; the kind where your hair is staticky and feels like it's in your eyes, even though it's pulled back. I had to catch the bus but my hair felt like it was in my face, when I didn't want it to be, so I cut off a sizeable portion of my hair, right at my hairline, in the middle of my forehead. Damn, did I look like a joke when it was growing out. That was the third-to-last time I impetuously cut my hair and instantly regretted it.
also: I used to have this big floppity Christmas sweater. It had jingle bells sewn on. Nuff said.