Bring it, Bitch!
Okay, here’s a shocker: we didn’t hate this.
We didn’t exactly love it, but it followed the dictates of the collection to the letter and you can tell she made the effort to make the piece look like the rest of the collection (as it was explained to her).
Granted, it doesn’t look like she actually did anything but shred existing clothes and the fringe on the skirt brings it dangerously close to a Pocahontas costume, but all in all, it looks like what it was supposed to look like, a deconstructed, futuristic outfit.
Ann Slowey overreacted (as usual) and for some reason, tore into Wendy and passed right over designers who should have had their asses kicked by her.
For once, we would have loved to see Wendy pull out all the stops on her bitchery.
“Quite frankly it looks like my cat chewed up a ball of yarn and spit it out an hour later.”
“Yeah? Quite frankly, that top makes you look like a Christmas ornament. An old Christmas ornament.”
“Who did your makeup, Wendy? Ronald McDonald?”
“Who did your hair, Ann? Clorox?”
“I’m gazing into my crystal ball, Wendy. I see a lifetime of mediocrity in your future.”
“Yeah, well I’m gazing at your forehead and I see hair plugs in yours.”