Whenever I think about haute couture, I like to picture dresses like this . . .
|Christian Dior’s “Junon” dress, 1949-1950|
Elegant, beautiful, covered in sequins. Designed to look good.
But instead we get this:
|Oh god, I think it’s alive|
Aside from the sheer hideousness of the bag pretending to be a dress, look at the model. Skeletal, with a vapid look in her sunken eyes that clearly shows that she’s too stoned to realize she’s been partially eaten, or that she has some sort of bowl on her head.
|There’s a swarm of them!|
This is why I only look at clothes circa 1960.