Fashion, Me and Crazy People
As those of you who know me personally are aware (I mention this for the benefit of those who don’t), fashion is not my highest priority. Viz:
With this in mind, I’d like to direct your attention to two collections of examples why fashion is not a priority for me:
From September, 2008, a collection of photographs depicting mostly-sad men strutting down the runway in garments designed by people for whom “off the rack” is the actor’s Macbeth
…and from February 9 of this year, Jacobim Mugatu finally brings Derelicte! to life.
I dunno.. I mean… I guess fashion design is art, like painting or music…. but… when I see stuff like this, it hurts. Really.
Firstly, since most of us lack an appreciable coat of insulating fur or body hair, and live in temperate climates, clothes are a necessity for keeping warm. Most of the garments on display appear to have little if any insulating value.
Secondly, clothes usually serve, to one degree or another, a protective function. Not here.
Thirdly, clothes offer “coverage”… modesty may be a manufactured societal imposition, but I think I prefer being able to sit upon the ground and tell sad stories of the deaths of kings without grass clippings and sand sticking to my scrotum.
Lastly, clothes do, to an extent, say something about the wearer. These clothes say, “Hi, I’m vain, pointless, impractical and only gratuitously different. Love me, or I’ll kill myself.” That’s a first impression I don’t want to be on either side of.
Thanks to Pru for the BWE links 