Ben Delicious reports from London: How about that London Fashion Week, eh? Luvvies getting together to smoke some weed and silly looking clothes paraded on the catwalk that no one in his right mind would ever wear.
For some unknown reason all this is supposed to make sense. Including a balaclava onesie for men, with only the eyes showing, by some bloke called Julien Macdonald. Not to mention his fishnet bodysuit for women. Who on earth will wear that rubbish? No one. So why all the fuss then? Why not just tell Julien: ‘Look, we know you’re taking the p..s but don’t expect us to take you seriously, OK? Now run along and play with yourself.’
The most amazing thing of all is that the British Fashion Council, a proud collective of men and women, tells us that the London Fashion Week will bring in 100 million smackers to the British economy. How do they know that? And what if this stupid week brings absolutely nothing, apart from lots of people doing dope? Because let’s face it, the fashion industry and dope always went hand in hand. Otherwise how can you explain all the stupid clothes?
Fashion has gone bonkers, with designers having lost all idea of what people want and need. Just look at the way fashionistas dress these days? The women look like hookers and the men resemble retards. It’s all about the shock effect, to get your names into the newspapers and mags, with fashion editors writing total bollocks about the ‘latest trends’, which are not even trends but manifestations of grotesque stupidity and lack of any talent. Most fashion designers, who have no proper sense of style or understanding of colours, think they can get away with anything these days, thanks to the stupidity of celebs who put on their so-called designer wear, pushing millions of young and old degenerates to copy them.
The new fashion is not about smart and comfortable and pleasant to look at. It’s all about looking like a vagrant or a prostitute, showing off your butt crack or cleavage, wearing torn jeans and stockings. That’s considered cool these days, you see.
And what’s the big idea of following fashion religiously? I mean, who wants to look like a million other people, showing off designer labels on clothes that are made in China, Vietnam or India, countries not exactly famous for their quality of goods? The whole point is not to comply, to be a black sheep and develop your own style and colour combinations. Otherwise you might as well wear army fatigues, badly tailored and in stupid colours, if you want to be part of a gigantic herd of fashion conscious idiots who have no other way of getting noticed.
And how about those models at the London fashion Week. Not one good looking bird, all having those stupid expressions and walking like drunken penguins. And the guys are not much better, walking purposefully back and forth, unable to find a proper job.
Fading supermodel Naomi Campbell played politics this year, claiming some fashion designers ignore African and Asian models. Not the first time, mind you, that she goes all PC to get attention.
Why don’t those luvvies gather someplace distant and deserted to hold their fashion weeks? And save us all the stupid pictures of idiotic clothes and dopey mugs.