So, here’s what I saw.... one size nylon coveralls, “rat” trimmed coats and jackets similar to what my aunts wore in the 50s and 60s or maybe reminding me of the Hasidim, a Gaultier French front blazer (hidden buttons), dolman sleeves, cinched waists, a decidedly older more mature casting, rifting on trench coats and bombers...
AGAIN, scrunched up stove pipe pants... and nothing looking particularly worth the price of admission (if you catch my drift) and to wrap it up all neatly in a bow ... not a single original idea in the entire lot!... AGAIN! and lots and lots of nylon that will work as an alert system by the sound of it rustling when walk into a room! (You know when once upon a time you could hear a women’s thighs rubbing together when they wore stockings) or in orange when doing your hours of community service picking garbage along the roadside and lastly let’s talk about repetition over and over and over again.
We won’t get into fit and fabrications as why bother? ... the twosome can go on their merry way philosophizing all about their inspirations and indulging in their intellectual word soup that they both love to dish out in copious amounts season after season.
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