Urban Legend?

"Did you hear about the limited edition Uggs?" said a reliable source at NYU.

A classmate of my source had to run to Barney's (the only place that has them) to buy a pair of 200 dollar Uggs for her mom.

"200 dollars!," I said, "For Uggs? I thought the whole Uggs thing was over"

"Yeah, apparently, they're not going to make these anymore, or something."

Ever since, I've been scouring the web and the streets looking for this Uggly footwear . I would go to Barney's to investigate myself, but with this transit strike and all...

If anyone has any information on these most precious of passe boots, let The Tulle Box know. We are offering a hefty award!*

*okay, it's not really a hefty award. There's really no reward at all. Except for the reward you give yourself for not wearing the boots that just won't die.

Bad fashion lives!

The tulle girls work hard to bring you bad fashion every day, but we need your help! Our places of employment and the streets of Williamsburg only bring so many walking disasters our way each day. So we are reaching out to you tulles.

Submit your pictures of fashion missteps to thetullebox@gmail.com and we will pick the best of your worst. Because really, why should you suffer alone in the face of bad fashion when we can all suffer together?

...and your little dog, too!

Darling, unless you're waiting around for a house to fall on you, I think it's time to invest in some boots.



Really, it's December and look at you. I mean, look at you! Those shoes are a nightmare. Have you learned nothing from our friend Sylvie from Peoria? Even the wicked witch of the west herself knew how to get it together before she stepped out her door.



And if there's hope for her, there's hope for you. And Sylvie, god willing.

When little Sylvie went to style classes back in Peoria before moving to the big city, they told her to look in the mirror, choose her best feature, and flaunt the hell out of it.

Jump! Jump!

Hey guy, you've got a little bit of 1991 on your shirt. Just to the left.

The man is ahead of his time....if that time is the early 90's. There's nothing like the strategic use of fashion to say, "Hey world, look at me! I'm thinking outside the box. "

That's what kris kross thought, too.

If you must punish our fashion sensibilities by using clothing to make a statement, which almost never results in anything decent, please consider those around you. Your clothing is making me seasick.

Hey, while we're revisiting the fashion forward of space and time, we could stop by the 1964 World's Fair!

Ha ha, yeah!

I miss the summer

Sometimes, when it's this cold, and all I want to do is hide under my comforter and never leave the house again, I try to remember all those fun summer things. Remember all that leaving the house we did? Remember? Remember going to Barcade? Man, Barcade, I love Barcade. I think I almost mastered the Tapper game before the summer was over. Memories. In fact, I think I have a picture of Barcade right here

Wait, what's this then? Could it be?

It is! It is the Ghost of Asspants Past! Complete with hideous gold wedges and a bag bigger than her entire outfit! And, around her waist, I think I see it, but I'm not so sure...

Just as I thought, The Gold Belt of Extreme Ugliness, stolen from She-ra Princess of Power, I believe. And to think, the Ghost of Asspants Past was at Barcade the entire time, and I never noticed her. I guess she was just hiding behind her ginormous bag.

Building the blog

Our first motto submission:

"Inspired by Go Fug Yourself, Pink is The New Blog, and our own innate ability to criticize other people's fashion sense, the Tulle Box was born. "

What do you think, dahling?

Post submissions in comments or email thetullebox@gmail.com