as i sat there yestreday, with my crumpled yellow '70s animal print scarf, my legs crossed in a near perfect lotus, boredem drove me to look at a month-or 2??-old vogue.
and i flicked through it. flicked and flicked. flicked and looked again at the christopher kanes and thinking how my nan would raise her eyes at the lingerine trend, i came to the last page, the one after all the weird adverts
about houses in paris and nose jobs.
it rambled on about something i didnt really think about on first reading, but something thats struck something in my inner shamisen.
it read something about how designers were, in this time of receesion, fleeting to there old designs, there glory days.
a safety cushion, and im sure many will disgaree, a bit of a cop-out.
now, im all for retro, anything from a pearly, sequined flapper dress to a good old 1830s leg'o'mutton sleeve., but if this really is true, i am worried.for these safety cushions were once new and exciting, diffrent, shocking as a tabloid scandal, but if reapeated, will become as drab as monday. they'll rip up like primark tights and be forgotten, and befor long your old aunt haricinth will be wearing them.
we need fireworks.
contreverasry.
something that makes you go
'ewwwww' 'ahhhhhh'' gorgeous'
depending on who see's it. something if anyone not on a cat walk wearing it will be strangley admired and be plaugued by papparazi.
we need something grotesuley, amazingly beautiful
we need avante, garde, darrling.
zee avant garde designs that i seem to remember:
the pac-man head, Giles DEacon
them shoes,alexander Mcqueen
mr galliano,i cant explain these, please help.
the bunny ears, vuitton
and lastly, more mcqueen
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