I do not understand fashion. At all. I'm a jeans-and-t-shirt person who shops at Value Village for clothes because a) I'm cheap and b) there is nothing like the rush of finding a barely-worn pair of kickass leather cowboy boots for the low, low price of $17.99. Also, trendy tends to look ridiculous on me, like I've been caught playing dress-up in my mom's closet. That is if my mom was a flamboyantly gay man who declared baby-shit yellow the new black and outfitted all the models at his Spring 2013 fashion show in adult diapers, while calling his latest collection "an ironic statement about the circle of life in regards to incontinence", but in reality should be more along the lines of "my latest collection was inspired by the hallucinations brought on by a 2-week Red Bull, tequila and ecstasy binge".
Seriously, this is not creative vision. It's a flagrant misuse of innocent fabric, gone horribly wrong
|It's a giant, fancy, crocheted tampon come to life|
|Football meets "The Official Preppy Handbook" meets cross-dressing.|
|Stay back. I have a dress covered in spines and I'm not afraid to stab you with it|
Fashion earns 3 flaming middle fingers on the Hate-O-Meter. Because no one looks good dressed like a tampon