Today, I met Pharrell Williams at
Leaders on Wells & Huron (located in Chicago's downtown area), the
Ice Cream designer in the flesh. This is the same store I've have been putting down, or at least putting people who wear it down . To me everyone who wears the
Leaders brand or shops at the store is a follower. Most of the people that shop there are some hardcore posers and are wearing it only because they think they look "cool". I feel bad for the people who actually discovered this brand and wear it because it fits their personal style. The store is pretty nice, they mainly sell mens streetwear but they also have some items for women (I spotted a pair of Palladium boots that I kind of want). But anyway back to Pharrell (mind you I waited for almost two hours), I was practically in tears thinking that there was
NO WAY I was going to make it in. Some guy comes out and says that Pharrell's manager said only twenty more people can come in and that's it. So I'm standing by my friend Reese, now my bestfriend, who promised we would get in. I honestly had lost all hope, when this fat dude comes out and just starts picking people to come in. Reese and I were picked! At that moment I started hyperventilating, literally. I had this cropped top I made in my bag that I was planning on giving to my friend that is moving to Texas, when I finally made it to the front of the line I had him sign it. I could barely speak, I felt like a gawking groupie. Soooo my friend is not getting this shirt now, I'll have to make her something else, but who cares I met Pharrell.
me and pharrell (i look gross, don't look at my face!)
the cropped top he signed
