I thought that New York City had the most fashion forward women on the planet. So what the hell is this?
I was walking behind her down 41st Street just off 7th Avenue. (Fashion Avenue.) You know what these are, don’t you? These are a pair of clown pants.
Oh, excuse me. I mean MC Hammer pants.
Are these back? Do you know what, ladies? They looked silly in 1990 and the passage of time has not improved them.
The older I get the more I realize that nothing in the fashion industry is all that revolutionary. They just recycle whatever was popular from the previous generation. The width of neckties and jacket lapels expand and contract on a scheduled basis.
Which brings us to this.
[CB, you might want to bail out at this point.]
Bryant Park…my park where I spend my mornings…has been closed off and invaded by the fashion glamoratti. It’s fashion week here in New York. It’s an important industry that pumps loads of cash into the city coffers but, personally, I don’t understand high fashion one bit. It’s an industry that preys on the vain and the insecure. If you need to spend $1,400 on a pair of shoes, you’ve probably got some self-esteem issues you need to address. You should take that money and spend it on a proper therapist.
I want my park back.