So I picked up this glam-fashion magazine the other day for a train ride. Flipping through the pages, I got stuck at a section dedicated to the upcoming fashion, including not only pictures of the runway, but also the sketches of various designers. Looking at this, it suddently dawned on me: Fashion designers do not design their clothes for women, but for anorectic giraffes. Here is a selection of my fav's.
Goth girl gone anorectic.
Power suit my arse. You look like Bugs Bunny with a beret.
I call that look "Roaring Twenties meets Alien".
Okay. I do not think that it's physiologically possible for a human being to have such a neck. Or: Look for the 10 little differences.
Goth girl gone anorectic.
Power suit my arse. You look like Bugs Bunny with a beret.
I call that look "Roaring Twenties meets Alien".
Okay. I do not think that it's physiologically possible for a human being to have such a neck. Or: Look for the 10 little differences.
First I thought: Allright, at least the woman has boobs, big ones even. Until I realized that it's not boobs, it's just the fabric of the back of the dress.
Yes, that looks more like me on a cold day. Except for the legs that look like matches. And except for the weird angle at which the torso is bent. Seriously, it looks as though her knees are her hips.
At least this designer is into abstraction.
PS: Special thanks to my only neighbour who doesn't code his/her wireless lan. I now have internet access at home again.
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