Christian Audigier, You Glorious Bastard

I know he's not underground or exclusive but HOLY GEEZ is he successful.

I was watching cribs yesterday and saw the Ed Hardy creator's mansion. Suddenly, it hit me. I've been hating on his designs and how accessible his products are, then I remembered the old saying, don't hate the player, hate the game. I've been sucked into this war against selling out and angered by the success of those who have broken into the mass market. If Rogue Squirrel ever has the opportunity to be distributed on a national scale, you better believe that I'd be the first to sign on the dotted line and crack open a bottle of the finest Korbel.

As I was saying....

His house was fine, nothing extraordinary, and everything was yawntastic till he introduced his daughter. She was wearing a shirt that she designed. It was the usual Ed Hardy style of fabric covered from seam to seam in clip art with no particular rhyme or reason (there I go again). I'm not hating on a teen that has the outlet to produce her own clothing, I'm just a little peeved that, me the struggling T-shirt designer must in fact, struggle. Maybe their is a small trace of pent up jealousy. FINE! A giant steamy pile of jealously.

It's just the way things work out. Perhaps, down the road when I have children I can provide them the same luxury. You know, I've learned something today. Cheer the successes of others for when success knocks at your door, they will be there to cheer thee on. This is the word of the squirrel.

For now, I'll keep truckin, designing, experimenting, failing, succeeding and offering a product for those who share my passion.

Why is this so damn funny?!

I'm not a cat-person but for some reason I lose it every time I hear a cat talk. By talk, I mean pissed off. This talking cat should have won the Nobel Peace Prize for hilarity. A close second would be an old man falling down while getting hit in the nuts by a little kid falling down after being hit with a giant exercise ball.