Whorin’ It Up for Fashion
Well, we guess it’s somewhat comforting to know that we’ll still have street urchins in 2055. We wonder if they’ll still have a tendency to break into song, the plucky little moptops.
Seriously, what the fuck? This is hideous. Somewhere along the line, Robert must have misunderstood the challenge and assumed it was “Buy a lot of thrift store clothes and rip them up.” That’s about the only plausible explanation for this monstrosity.
Sure, he at least went for a deconstructed look, which puts him ahead of some of the other designers, but it was supposed to be, y’know, a good deconstructed look.
We do kinda like the way he did the quilting though.
That about sums up Robert’s design philosophy right there. “How do I use my looks and charm to bullshit my way out of this?”
The sad part is, it worked.
Concerned Fashion Editor: Robert, what’s going on?
Self-proclaimed Studly Fashion Designer: Blah blah blah…energy…coffee…solar panels…
A WOMAN IS LIKE A SPORTS CAR. WITH SOLAR PANELS. Or maybe that’s a sunroof.
*big cheesy smile*
Giggly Teenage Girl: Oh! Okay, then! Could you turn around so I can see the back?
No, not you. Him.
Reality Television Show Hostess: My spangled top is burning holes in my face, but Robert? You’re in. Ann will meet you backstage so you can “thank” her.