stupiddumbstyle

September 2008. New York City. Fashion. Week. Who gives a shit? They don’t make models  like they used to. Case in point, the most fabulous fabulosimonstrosity Ms. Linda Evangelista.

What do we have now on the catwalk, Karlie Kloss? Agnes Dane (I REFUSE TO SUBMIT TO HER SILLY INTENTIONALLY-MISSPELLED NAME)? Whatever. Give me Linda anyday. Fashion week smashion shmeek. I realize that iconic supermodels are a thing of decade(s) past, but models these days have zero personality on the runway. If the clothes wear you, you are not doing your job. Christ, even falling down in stilettos is more interesting than watching a 79-pound bag of skin wearing some tacky DVF sack saunter down a catwalk. Do something! Be interesting! Grow a beard! Stroke a hairless cat! Pick your nose! Give Anna the finger! Please, I beg of you, do anything except that which you are paid to do (which is to be an animatronic mannequin). Case in point (ooh 90s revival!):

Now THOSE are models. The rest of you flim-flams are coat hangers with legs.