New York Fashion Week--Les Miserables

All pix are from the Boston Globe and if they are not visible here, it's because they busted me for it. Come on, you guys, let's work it together, eh?
Fashion has always been the realm of Coolness, but sometime in the last twenty years or so, it became the realm of the Seriously Pissed Off.
I mean nobody looks happy. Ever.

And really why would you if you had to look like this? From Marc Jacobs, one of the swell lines available today. I would pay this girl twenty dollars to walk into Hannaford's and argue about her change.


This girl too. Although they'd probably hand over all the change and money in the till because they thought she was a robber. Okay, just a minute, maam, there's another twenty under here. Oh, I'm sorry. Don't shoot me, okay?

I guess Marc Jacobs is into anonymity or something like that. HONEY, IS THAT YOU? ARE YOU PLAYING SOYLENT GREEN AGAIN?

I promise this is the last Marc Jacobs. This woman will beat the living shit out of you with her hundred-foot-long scarf which has nails on the end of it. You will have to pay a hundred bucks or so. Her hair is not only ratted, but there is a real rat living in it.

Mickey Rourke possibly, just possibly, is the very last person you'd expect to see at a fashion show. Maybe he wrestled some of these girls. Or did their hair. But he certainly conveys the Very Unhappy Look that everyone covets.

This is more like what we're used to, sort of the Heroin Princess Cadaver style from Erin Fetherston. Can you see those high heels? I had stilts as a kid that weren't that high.

Um, this is menswear. I guess. Sort of a Halloween Colombine Shooter Nostalgia.

This could fly at Hannaford's. Or I could wear this on my walk up Berlin Road and scare those goddamn dogs that always bark at me. You have to be able to speak in a monotone to pull it off, though. PLEASE STAND CLEAR.
And finally, one last girl who is smiling. Smiling because she knows her career is over, because she will be beaten senseless backstage for falling down in front of the audience.

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS GIRL'S ARM, WILL YOU? LOOK AT IT CAREFULLY. SEND HER A SANDWICH TODAY.

I'm going back to Scarf Anxiety. I can't take it.
A bientot
love,
becky