Fashion for the Feebleminded

In the long gone days of my youth, I was romantically involved with a young man who moved in the circles of the Fashion Industry, Fashion Designers and their clotheshorses, sorry, models. I always found it a very bizarre world, and still do.

To be sure, every now and then I see a garment and think that it has beauty of its own, but most of the time I see things like this and wonder WTF they are thinking of. Even more bizarre to think that there will be people willing to pay good money for this.

Of course, moving further along the spectrum of bizarrity, we reach items such as living works of art, such as Leigh Bowery (although he’s now dead, alas). And then, strangely, I find I have respect for people such as him. I need to analyse this a bit more.