Mirror, mirror on the wall
Friday, May 15th, 2009
photo via nadja_robot
This outfit isn’t flattering on anyone, except maybe a chilly eggplant. Next.


photo via nadja_robot
This outfit isn’t flattering on anyone, except maybe a chilly eggplant. Next.

photo via fudgeit
Continuing yesterday’s rear-ended tragedy is this beautiful shot from Leeds. Lady, I know you’re just going to take a train, and sometimes I dress down for such occasions as well, but can’t we uphold at least some trace of basic decorum?
I’m actually not sure what exactly she’s wearing. At first I thought her shirt might be intentionally tangled with her bra, which I myself do sometimes (though in the front) when dancing to Whitney Houston in front of the mirror. Upon closer inspection, though, it appears that there is some sort of DIY thing going on… So I’m making this post as a reminder that, yknow, there are people out there who make clothes professionally. You don’t have to cut up your own shirts. Isn’t that a relief?

photo via microtard
The weird proportions of this one-piece mansuit suggest that it might better fit a bear. Not the kind you meet in online chatrooms, but the kind that roams the taiga and has no thumbs. Judging by American Apparel’s fondness for tight gold hotpants, I can only guess that they are employing Russian designers who are using bears as mannequins. Ugh.