Here's some of my views regarding Fall Fashion Week. There was so much bad compared to the good, that I had to stop staring at the hideous like a hypnotic fender-bender on the freeway.
I'll include a few links for the good things things, first. After that, things get catty.
- If this is someone's idea of a fashionable torture device, they've succeeded. Insert painfully slow and incredibly unimpressed 'applause', here. No one should ever cover up their face with anything that gaudy. Unless their face is hideous and then it's forgivable. Otherwise? It's tragic.
- I want to weep whenever I think of the Flintstones pimp outfit. Someone needs to be clubbed. With a gaudy giant dinosaur bone.
- Setting myself on fire would be more preferable than looking at these monstrosities for a moment longer.
- What. Oh no. I can't even. I'm never looking at that ever again.
- Eyepatches are NEVER in style. Not unless someone's a pirate. Or it's Halloween. Or they're named Kenpachi Zaraki and there's no way in hell anyone's going to tell Taichou NO to his eyepatch.
- Unless you're from Thailand, there's no excuse for even trying to rock these nails with any conceivable outfit. Do not do. No. Because the outfit that those would go with, would look like an underage Thai pastel pixie with a raging case of rabies.
- The Frumpy Hippy Goes To The French Riviera look is not one that should ever, ever be let loose on society. This is a fashion travesty. It needs to die by fire. In fact, the only way something like this would ever look good to anyone, is if they were high on something more than life.
- Wait. This one's the worst. It's so bad, it looks like something a teenage Honey BooBoo would twerk in.
I can't continue. Next time, I'll start with the tragic and move to the fantastic, so I end on a good note. There's too much ugly and it's discouraging, which makes me need to drink at least three cosmos to make the pain stop.