Backwards to a Foreword

I started these writings with the intent of making mostly comedic style social observations. But opinions are like arseholes- everyone's got one- and as if often the way- the original intent is not what has eventuated, as the darker side of my mind has been very much in control lately.

All my writings are essentially a point of view or recollections of lived experiences. As with witness statements, which are not admissible as evidence in court due to the high rate of inaccuracy- sometimes what I feel, think or remember won't be the same as other people who may have been present for the same events.

They are my thoughts, feelings and memories, and may not necessarily represent those of people represented in them.

Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Fashion Victims #4

I have been generally appalled by 99% of the fashion available in stores at the moment.

The resurrection of the 80's styles is akin to resurrecting Steve Irwin- the unnatural interactions with animal-resemblant items- it really wasn't that good the first time around.
At least if you feel compelled to wear an animal print, you can find a matching item for it- as seen in the cropped fleece jumpers and colour-coordinated tights to the left. For those who feel such an urge, I highly recommend testing the products' authenticity and camouflage efficacy- by spending some quality time with a pack of leopards. I'm sure they'll welcome you with open jaws "Hey Bill- look, there's more stupid on the menu today!"
 I think this next dress was designed to look like the post-leopard-meeting aftermath. As seen recently in the Canberra Centre- oh how I scrambled for my camera phone to capture the wonders that abounded. Unfortunately the escalator was only so long and pointing a camera at an unsuspecting stranger is an activity best performed covertly, so the image isn't great. As it was tight enough to practically be her flesh, it was a bit decieving at 4pm on a Wednesday (since hookers aren't normally in the mall then) and added to the cmutilated-corpse-like illusion the fabric offered. The 3 black stripes, or claw slashes as I like to think of them, are complimented by the reddish fleshiness and blue veins throughout with a tinge of upchuck. She does, however definitely have the figure to get away with such a tight garment, so many sins can be overlooked.... unlike the following item.
Oh the jegging... woeful was the day I learned of its existence. Not a jean, not a legging, which both passed by in their own way independetly for years, but like a lovechild of Michael Jackson and Jocelyn Wildenstein a union of two entities that never should have been allowed- that emerged barely recognisable from their former selves. In case this wasn't enough, this particular horror is amplified by the inappropriate production of such a garment in plus sizes. For a model with a not-horrendous body, (probably rather similar to my own) this is however a perfect example of how NOT to dress for your size.

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