Fashion, opulence, divorce, sea shells… Here I am throwing words around to catch your attention- but, do I really need to? You’re here alreay; swallowing my “over caffeinated” words like grandma’s soup or cheap tequila; And, I know exactly why you’re here.

 

You are part of an egotistic, self-obsessed, monotone society which you love to hate and hate to love,

You are so different yet exactly the same as those valium infused and addicted soccer moms; then again, You’re in your 20s and going through a journey of self-discovery, maybe reading some Bukowsky and listening to Radiohead, pretending you’re cool or interesting enough, you’re maybe even questioning your sexuality and all of this of course, while wearing your favorite Fendi Baguette.

 

So, Welcome to Pepper Soup magazine, a visual platform for the spooky, sassy and stupid with funky, reckless and superficial tones.

 

It is about everything and nothing, diamonds and dirt, bored housewives and gin, trust funds and cheetahs, sex and lack of sex.

 

I made this magazine for a fantastic school project and as it turns out, I am having a lot of fun making it, and it made me think about lots of things for example, a fashion memory.

 

My first real encounter with fashion was when I was quite

young, like 10 or 11. My dad used to have a Rolling Stones

DVD of one of their concert in Las Vegas and during the song “Brown Sugar”, I remember Mick Jagger wearing those tight-as-fuck red leather pants and taking of his shirt while giant inflatable women smoking cigarettes appeared on stage. I was mesmerized. It was not just the pants, It’s how e wore them, how they made everything better. For me, there is something very high fashion in what a rock star wears, how a rock star acts. Fashion should be wild and careless even when conservative and elegant.

 

Enjoy.

 

Angele  Giacinti