Reminds me of the fashion industry.
Seriously, the fashion industry is a harsh mistress, leaving in it's wake more frustration and disappointment than Charlie Sheen's rehab supervisor.
I am grateful for the support that we get as Black Milk. It's awesome. We're like fashion guerrillas. Get in, strike at the heart, melt into the night before the enemy know you're there.
A lot of people complain about how tough it is in fashion. Anything that can go wrong does. People steal your designs. You have to compete with a massive industry in China.
These aren't bad things, they're good things.
It's good that anything that can go wrong does go wrong because it weeds out the pretenders, the charlatans, the fly by nighters, the glamour boys, the party girls, the poseurs, and the egomaniacs.
It's good that people steal your designs - it let's you (and everyone else) know who is on the cutting edge and who is trailing. Makes you push on instead of settling.
It's good that you have to compete with China because it makes you ask the important questions, such as "If I can't compete on price... what can I compete on?" And "What can we do better than anyone else in the world?"
And when you can answer those questions, you've got an angle. If you have an angle, you can work it.
2. On the subject of 'anything that can go wrong...' - a full ten minutes before I was about to launch a small swimwear collection last week, I got a phone call from my swim fabric company telling me that they were completely out of swimwear fabric. Completely out. Of course they has some more coming in - in four weeks. Seriously, how do these people transport fabric from Italy to Australia - kayak?
So that sucks. It means that this little beauty (among others) will have to wait.
It's a crying shame , peeps, a crying shame.
Oh - and you will have too wait a little longer to see the Wolf and the Owl designs (arwooooooo!!!)
4. Warning - the customer service department at BM is on the warpath! There is a little black book, and if your name goes in it, it's very hard to ever get it out. Just sayin'. (Be nice to the girls in customer service... they are your friends!)
5. And I'm on the warpath ... with my words and my fire breathing fists - against all the pervy fetishists who dare squeeze their junk into tights and leave photos and creepy comments on the BM Fan Page! (Yes, I breathe with my fists, like a whale). If your Facebook name is Lycraboy Sissy (or something along those lines), it ain't gonna fly. Banishment.
I don't care what your goatee wearing, post-hippy, leftist radical social sciences professor says about the new golden age of sexual openness... pervers begone I say!!!