This is a great article from Peter Meehan on Salon.com today. I must admit, I hardly ever touch the stuff anymore.
My love of bacon used to be a hedonistic escape from the mundane. Paired with peanutbutter, infused in vodka, wrapped around apples and sausage. It was a true escape, a godsend, reserved for the weekends. It allowed me to leave my suit and tie world and just cool out.
Now, bacon is so chic… so played. I’d hate to say it, but bacon just might be the all-over-print of the meat world. Don’t get me wrong, most streetwear when worn tastefully, in moderation, and innovative ways is stylish and works. Unfortunately, after reading Meehan’s article I’m begining to believe that bacon is heading for an unavoidable trainwreck.