I will never understand fashion.
Wow, that’s…um…really…
…something.
A sometime-email correspondent of mine – a follically-challenged drummer who writes medieval literature in his spare time – challenged me* to make something out of this story:
Jackets…only? As in, what? No pants?
Apparently so:
Skye, Fausta, some comment on the shoes, please.
On the one hand, I’m all for a jackets-only line of fashion. For women, that is. And hey, don’t go calling me sexist. I’m just following the Althouse Rule of Male Fashion.
On the other hand…look, no offense, but…
…this appears to be a severely underweight model with a sleep disorder and some kind of weird Syndrome fetish.
This is supposed to make a new fashion trend?
On the other hand: aren’t we all constantly worrying over the effect of modern media on our young people? On young girls, especially? You’ve got to be perfect, dammit, or you’re ugly!
Exhibit A: Valerie Bertinelli. Exhibit B: Meghan McCain. Exhibit C: Chloe Marshall, 2008’s Miss England runner-up:
Granted, the model in question tilts further toward light than heavy, but still. That could be a body image issue, couldn’t it?
Or am I getting this all twisted in my fevered attempts to bring this all off in something plausibly called a logical conclusion?
So here comes this high-fashion line (at least, I assume it’s a high-fashion line – not that I’d know a high fashion line if I hit one with my ’99 Pontiac Grand Am) featuring a model who really needs a good meal, hasn’t gotten over her Napoleon Dynamite phase, and doesn’t know enough to put on pants while she’s outside in the snow. Shame on the designer for promoting underdressing in wintertime. Don’t they know that a bunch of Wisconsin Badger football players have come down with the Swine Flu?
* Well, okay, it wasn’t a challenge so much as a tip, but I respond better to challenges, so pick your damned glove up off the ground already.
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