You know America must be bored when, suddenly, they are paying attention to Paris fashion week. Mind you, I'm pretty sure that Yahoo News and sundry other news outlets are posting the images from the fashion show so that the kind of folks who grouse about things like fashion can grouse about fashion. Which I generally am not. I don't really follow it, really, though the ways in which haut couture filter down to real pret a porter (and I don't mean the pret a porter collections that get shown on runways, I mean what shows up in H&M the next year) are pretty interesting. (Side note: please, for the love of god, can we vanquish those empire waisted flowy shirts? Please? If you are pregnant, feel free to wear them. If not, put the damn things in the incinerator, because they are making me think you *are* pregnant, and then I can't decide whether or not I should be congratulating you, if it would be rude to say something, rude not to say something... so please, have a Bonfire of the Materinities. k thx). I went back to trying to sew clothes (for like the fourth time), and managed to complete a skirt from a pattern that I made that wasn't so bad...(yet another sidebar, but on a related note, how jealous am I of the super dressmaker of Dress a Day? She is my hero.) but generally, that's about as deep into fashion as I get. (Well, that and that I've been sucked into watching America's Next Top Model with my roommate a few times).
That said, I get the whole thing about avant garde clothes, and things that are difficult, and the idea that these things aren't really going to get worn. But this?
The person who designed this is just bored, right? Taking the piss? I mean, the lack of pantleg/sleeve things makes it look like the illustrations of avant garde fashion done by a fifth grader. And the spotted neck ringer makes her look as though she's either going to be necklaced, or that this is an illustration from "They Came From the Skies," a fifties sci fi novel.