If you get a chance, read Greg Gutfeld’s “reporting” from Fashion Week over at Radaronline. He’s managed to take something frivolous, write in a self-absorbed stream-of-consciousness manner, and then strike you with a depth of thought you originally thought such a fluff-piece incapable of describing.
His first communique, “The Devil Wears Sketchers“, is hard to describe as anything other than brilliant. Do yourself a favor and read it.
His second article is entitled “Mr. Gutfeld Goes to Fashion Week.” He approaches the current fashion with such absurdity that you can’t help but laugh and then wonder, “Why the hell are we so interested in Fashion Week?” It’s an outsider’s view that produces classic humor and poignant social commentary.
My personal favorite:
The line was full of people wishing to be seen, but trying not to look. I stared at a girl who was a loser from last year’s America’s Next Top Model. She’d been cast as the “all-American girl from the Midwest,” but now she was downtown hip, wearing a newsboy hat over her bangs. I continued to stare at her until I made her uncomfortable, which I tend to do often to women I don’t know. And then, suddenlyÂas if a roadside bomb full of fashion went offÂthe models showed up. Posing for pictures and giggling like six-year-olds, this handful of skinny girls came adorned in throwaway couture (stripey stockings, shabby shirts, ragged thrift-store skirts) topped with rat’s-nest hair. The label seemed geared for men who dig girls held captive for months in shipping containers. I have to say: I was pleased.
I’m looking forward to the rest of the articles for the week.