As you all know, I get an enormous kick out of (cough) "cutting edge" fashion. Here's a Yahoo article entitled I've Seen the Future of Men's Fashion and I'm Afraid. Apparently the Yahoo author is also amused by high fashion.
Here's what Yahoo wrote as an introduction to the fashion show: This week, menswear designers took a giant step for all mankind. Now they might want to take a few baby steps back. The London Men's Collection, a week-long preview of cutting edge collections for the Fall/Winter 2013-2014 season, is supposed to offer a glimpse into the future of menswear. Instead it was a harbinger of a fashion apocalypse. Wooden face barricades, toxic waste jumpsuits, and strapless dresses worn by dour male pixies. Ladies, meet your new stylish man. He's your worst nightmare and he knows it.
Without further ado, please consider adding these fashions to your wardrobe collection. Remember, this is MENSWEAR. All of it.
Nanook of the North, anyone?
Notice what his shirt says: "Please kill me." I wonder if the model wrote that?
I guess oven mitts are now in style.
The Yahoo author was particular taken with the models' glum expressions. Can't blame them.
See, this is what I don't understand about high fashion -- the designers know good and well no one in their right mind would ever wear anything this stooopid. I mean, c'mon -- boards over your head? Giganto oven mitts? Why design it in the first place? What am I missing? My husband speculates that the designers must have a lot of personal problems.
For additional edification, here are a few comments left at the end of this Yahoo presentation:
"My eyes! Oh God, my eyes!"
"My brain just crawled out of my skull and hung itself."
"Don't you hate going to poker night with the guys and finding out one of them is wearing the same minidress as you?"
"OH, NO, NO - PLEASE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"There is not enough $$$ in the world to make me wear that #$%$!"
"Perfect for the guy who wants to say "kick my as,s please" without actually saying anything."
"This is why I decided not to go to fashion school. My designs were too normal."
Anyway, folks, this is your chuckle du jour. Now excuse me while I don my Carhartts and mud boots and go feed the cattle.