The Terror...
I am one of those people who doesn't seem to grasp what fashion is all about. At heart, I am very much against the fact that there are people out there who dictate what us, the commoners, get to wear in order to feel like an integrated part of society (assuming, that's what we want). There are trendspotters out there, fully employed by fashion houses, whose main job is to drink lattes in Europe and then try to predict what the mindless commoners will like next season, then report back to their bosses and make tons and tons of cash so they can buy an infinite number of lattes... and of course, next season's trends, which of course dominate the stock of all sorts of shops all over the planet.
Imagine if they'd tried to pull something like this in the middle ages. I can just see it - Lancelot trying on a new suit of armour and worrying about whether Arthur would be wearing the same at the Round Table - which, of course, would have been utterly impossible and required a swift wardrobe change. Bloody likely.
Only a very few years ago, we were at the peak of ridiculing what has been called 'the Dark Ages of Fashion'. There were 80's dances being held at various high schools around the western hemisphere, where people would be in good spirits the minute they stepped into their 80's outfits (side-ponytails firmly in place, headband and neon-colured jackets galore), no other kind of spirits needed to keep said good humour. We reminisced with horror, having fits of laughs when we saw photos of women with bushy hair, ankle-high Reebok trainers last seen in an at-home aerobic pamphlet with black-and-white photographs, along with spandex leggings, leotards cut so high up the leg you could practically see armpits peeking through and wild and loopy earrings designed to kill.
Oh- wait. I saw a girl dressed just like that the other day. Snap.
And the epiphany of said Dark Ages - the shoulder pad. And what do you know, they're making a comeback.
Well, I for one simply refuse. I will continue my self-imposed fashion retardness, blissfully ignoring this latest trend, which no doubt will make fashion moguls laugh right out loud when they see what the 'mindless commoner' will put on just to fit in.
I wonder, if I start wearing an acctual suit of armor down town, will it catch on? Or will I be one of those sorry examples shows like 'What not to wear' cast for their episodes... ?
EddaK
- stepping out of the dark.
I am one of those people who doesn't seem to grasp what fashion is all about. At heart, I am very much against the fact that there are people out there who dictate what us, the commoners, get to wear in order to feel like an integrated part of society (assuming, that's what we want). There are trendspotters out there, fully employed by fashion houses, whose main job is to drink lattes in Europe and then try to predict what the mindless commoners will like next season, then report back to their bosses and make tons and tons of cash so they can buy an infinite number of lattes... and of course, next season's trends, which of course dominate the stock of all sorts of shops all over the planet.
Imagine if they'd tried to pull something like this in the middle ages. I can just see it - Lancelot trying on a new suit of armour and worrying about whether Arthur would be wearing the same at the Round Table - which, of course, would have been utterly impossible and required a swift wardrobe change. Bloody likely.
Only a very few years ago, we were at the peak of ridiculing what has been called 'the Dark Ages of Fashion'. There were 80's dances being held at various high schools around the western hemisphere, where people would be in good spirits the minute they stepped into their 80's outfits (side-ponytails firmly in place, headband and neon-colured jackets galore), no other kind of spirits needed to keep said good humour. We reminisced with horror, having fits of laughs when we saw photos of women with bushy hair, ankle-high Reebok trainers last seen in an at-home aerobic pamphlet with black-and-white photographs, along with spandex leggings, leotards cut so high up the leg you could practically see armpits peeking through and wild and loopy earrings designed to kill.
Oh- wait. I saw a girl dressed just like that the other day. Snap.
And the epiphany of said Dark Ages - the shoulder pad. And what do you know, they're making a comeback.
Well, I for one simply refuse. I will continue my self-imposed fashion retardness, blissfully ignoring this latest trend, which no doubt will make fashion moguls laugh right out loud when they see what the 'mindless commoner' will put on just to fit in.
I wonder, if I start wearing an acctual suit of armor down town, will it catch on? Or will I be one of those sorry examples shows like 'What not to wear' cast for their episodes... ?
EddaK
- stepping out of the dark.
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