I just got back from a fashion show for “Damzels in this Dress” and “Playdead Cult” at L’Oreal Fashion Week. I don’t understand what the whole big deal about this fashion week is. It seems to be a big tent in Nathan Philips Square. Picture a circus without the elephants. (Tyra was not in attendance.)
The shows were mainly women’s wear and I am totally incapable of judging that. I only judge the women wearing it. And they passed. One even had a breast fall out her dress. (Pictured right.) Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I’ve seen a breast; a soft, lovely, nippled, like to kiss and suck on . . . Anyway, it’s been a while. They’re still the same.
There were two outfits for men. I didn’t like either. Just jeans and a t-shit (you heard me) and another t-shirt type of thing. I don’t think anyone other than cowboys has any right to wear denim. I can’t believe people still wear those pants. It’s almost as if everyone went through a work-shirt phase that never ended.
Oh, yes. I forgot. They did.
