Oh, this is a wonderful account of the meeting held by the Council of Fashion Designers of America, which is a governing body in a similar way that any burlap bag of drowning cats competing for air and light is as well. Anna Wintour would like America to overhaul a rather immense group of laws so that we might become France; Andre Leon Talley is lotioning up; and pretty much everyone else is out of ideas. Pretty much this is the greatest thing ever written, and we are sorry that the fashion industry is donezo.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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Diane Von Furstenberg, don't get up at 3 for your meeting prep. Do it over the weeks in advance?
See now, if they all would have been anonymously penning blog columns they'd have something to fall back on.
That's what happens when you marry a beard and do not spend your youth getting your back blown out by international reggae superstars: you bone up on antitrust law.
"We have friends in the White House now!"
Now this is a fashion movie I *would* see. What a fantastic, huge mess. Get me Robert Altman on the horn!
gonna' need a special horn for that. May I suggest the John Hagee Ministries.
It's like a secret meeting of the Super Friends with a wacky be-ribboned side-kick in crinolines. "pink and green lights, like Christmas" HA!
“There’s a deep psychological block with the American consumer of just not wanting to shop, and we want them to shop again.â€Â
Yes, Anna, that's the problem with American consumers, they're flush with cash and credit, they just don't want to use it, obstinate troglodytes.
But, Anna, I think you are correct in wanting to regulate when shops can enact discounts. Please make this happen. God LOVES price controls. They work so well. I want to see the fires of depression burn hot enough to melt your career, every retail store in Manhattan, and titanium. Artificially high prices will make this happen.
"We have to form committees."
Best said in a heavy eastern block accent, while wearing a suit that hasn't been washed in ten years(or since it was bought), with an earnest XXII Socialist international expression on your face.
Not the most applicable thing for a bunch of airheaded fashionistas who couldn't find their asses with both hands in broad daylight.
I can't believe I read that.
ps: sorry to be so heinously pragmatic, but is the solution not to make fashion week correspond with the season at hand? i.e. September fashion week presents fall fashions? I'm sure I'm missing something but like. Gah.