Today’s Washington Post Style section “Shopper” column is “The To-Do Before the ‘I Do’.”
It’s a lot of blahblahblah, until the bit about bridesmaid dresses. This is what it says:
The days of cringe-worthy bridal party frocks are over as more designers turn out options worthy of donning post-wedding.
This is the $290 dress from ThreadDesign that the text points to:
Jezebel supplies a much-needed laugh: “A 15-year-old punk and a 15-year-old dandy are in a fight to the death. The battleground: the hide of Lenny Kravitz.”
Last year I was obsessed with a pair of boots. They were $250 so I decided to wait until they went on sale. Then they were featured in Lucky as must-have boots. This means that they not only never went on sale last year, they became hard to find. Zappos, when they had them in stock, was more expensive than Nordstrom. It was ridiculous. Nevertheless, I bought the black suede ones when I had the chance. I’ve been lying in wait ever since, knowing eventually they’ll quit being hip and go on sale. Then I could buy the brown ones, because I have to say, they really are all that. I guess I’m going to have to keep waiting. I was just flipping through Self, and guess what’s in their spread on must-have items for Fall? Yup. Same damn boots. It’s okay, there are other boots in the sea. You don’t really want boots that have been floating around in the sea, but you know what I mean.
If I could link to it directly, I’d post a picture from Thom Browne’s NY Fashion Week runway show. It’s a picture of a guy in a suit with an ill-fitting jacket. I think he’s supposed to be an elf because he’s wearing a hat that hangs almost to his ankle and has a pompom on the end.
Since I can only link to the main page of a huge Washington Post photo gallery and you grow old & die trying to find the picture, let’s just move along….
Instead of hunting through all those photos, go watch the Sigur Ros scored video on Thom Browne’s website, wherein a bunch of guys who, from the looks on their faces, must be in deep despair over a particularly painful form of gastric distress.
They seem to be wandering the woods and catching fresh-water octopi because they have such bad hair they can no longer be seen in public. Then they bury their friend, who one assumes died of embarrassment when he realized he’d been captured on film wearing what he’s wearing whatever it is he’s wearing.
Or maybe his haircut killed him. It’s hard to tell. I bet they wish they had the other guy’s elf hat.
…I suppose mine would be fairly modest for the new year. Ruling the world and inserting the phrase “burlap is the new black” into the fashion lexicon would be enough to aspire for, I think.
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