I have another migraine, so it's best to stay shallow right now
Okay.
Clearly Jean-Paul Gaultier has finally and completely lost his ever-loving mind.
And no, folks, those are not scoop-neck t-shirts, or even nouveau wifebeaters. They’re tube tops.
(Okay, maybe they’re closer to corsets or bustiers.)
I was aghast.
The walking shorts/slacks with no inseam - or skorts or whatever you want to call them - could be workable with the sk8ter set, though, I suppose. But in denim? Just thinking about it makes my nipples chafe.
Fear not, there were a few looks that I could get behind in principle.
I haven’t really thought to attempt white slacks since sometime in about 1993 or so, and that was before I went past thirty-four inches in the waist.
Anyway, it’s Vicodin time, kiddies, and hopefully by the time I wake up some friendly person will have snuck into my apartment and vacuumed out my sinuses with a very small directional hose.
I want rivers flowing from my head, people.
I’m already in far too much pain to even formulate an opinion of three-quarter top canvas sneakers at the moment, that’s how bad my head is.