Thursday, June 22, 2017

Paris men's spring 2018.. Act 2 w/ 3 scenes



Here we have some freakish insinuations as well as some new meaning given to the term urban cowboy. In the first scenario we have tumescent growths hanging off some rather frail sickly boys including some who looked like their clothes have been mauled by a gang of pit bulls or picked from a dumpster. In all 3 scenarios it is about buying a label and not buying fashion unless these are your aspirational moments.
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The second scene is when very rich white boys want to go to the ghetto to become hip hop stars… not meant to be politically incorrect...  Just calling it out. So let the fawning begin and the dampening of the undies start……………..
 
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Scene one also manages to proffer every bodily distortion imaginable which let’s face it … everyone wants to look like their waist is inches away from their nipples and a head that is the size of a raindrop atop some freakishly proportioned body.. It is not even body dysmorphia, this goes beyond that. Colostomy bags, homelessness and elephantine tumors come to mind
 
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Scene 2 proposes that the very rich men who can afford this are all under 30 and want to be so hip  that it hurts. Bike shorts and camp shirts are de rigeur; could it be that a fishing trip was on this designer’s mind as in some comedy with Chevy Chase. Then there is the loose as a good option where the clothes just hang on you. Somehow I can’t even imagine these clothes making it to a casual Friday scenario and please let’s not forget that stratospherically expensive bucket hat or denim overalls. In their defense, these guys only worry about selling key chains,  handbags and luggage so the clothes don’t even really enter into the picture since it is just an add on to what really makes the bottom line.
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Scene 3 is about a heritage brand that has opted to go pedestrian in the extreme. This is a collection that maintains that all rich men of every age need to have $700 hoodies. $1000 trainers and god knows what priced jogging pants. Trainers are the only footwear you need and you can spend boatloads of money to just blend in because you can. Yawn worthy is an understatement. There is no DNA anymore … just clothes... boring clothes, who cares clothes that could bear any label at all.
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