Word: proletariat
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Perhaps the least well known of the Square’s vintage offerings is ironically the best geared towards the college crowd. At Proletariat, owner Kerry Simon relies on more than a dozen hand-selected buyers all over the country to stock his store with just the right kind of nostalgia-chic clothing for the college-age hipster. His buyers are true aficionados, the kind who “would see a shirt and it wouldn’t fit them, and they’d buy it anyway so no one else would get it,” Simon...
...publicity, and the larger budget also allowed insurance policies to be taken out in order to “assuage the concerns of store owners.” All 70 models were measured, and the clothing picked out from various outlets such as Jasmine Sola, Cibeline, Hubba Hubba, Proletariat, and Planet...
...will kick your son’s ass everyday, steal his lunch money, then pay him with it to do his homework. He’ll have good lineage like his daddy.” A couple posts earlier, the same person explained that British Columbia is for the proletariat; the only real place to go skiing is Vail. Even his pool-cleaner knew that...
...polo phenomenon has not gone unnoticed by local shopkeepers either. Kerry C. Simon, owner of Proletariat, says that students regularly come to his JFK Street store to look for the perfect polo—collar and all. “The Harvard guys are mirror whores, making sure the polo looks great in all the right places,” Simon says...
...east Germany of the '70S and '80s, Christiane (Katrin Sass) is a party-line do-gooder: dashing off imploring memos for better working conditions as she glances at her wall icon of Che Guevara. Her East Berlin neighbors may chafe under the drab dictatorship of the proletariat, but she believes. Then she suffers a severe heart attack and falls into a coma, regaining consciousness after eight months. A doctor urges Christiane's grown son Alex (Daniel Bruhl) to shield her from any further shocks. Just one problem: it's 1989, and the Wall has crumbled; communism is kaput...