Haters, form an orderly queue. I probably shouldn’t say this out loud, because it’s not as if you lot don’t have enough anti-fashion ammunition anyway, but I’m going to. This is the 15th year I’ve been going to fashion shows, and for much of that time I barely noticed how thin or how young the models were. I know, I know. I’m a bad person.
I watched shows and came out thinking and talking about the zip placement or the music or the front-row scene, and did you notice such-and-such must have had a falling out with so-and-so because they usually sit together, and only later discovered that the show had hit the headlines because one of the “girls” was generally felt to be shockingly skinny, or was 13 years old. Sometimes this felt like a deliberate missing of the point, because you wouldn’t find a footballer’s new haircut on the back page of a newspaper where the match report would be. But it turns out it was me who was missing the point. I was looking so hard at the clothes that I didn’t see the people in them.
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