Fashion, bloody fashion!
September 18th, 2005 by Bill
This weekend I stunned myself, my neighbours and almost everyone who knows me by finally venturing from my condo in search of new clothing.
You would think, looking at me, that I care nothing for my appearance. That I’m one of those clowns who will wear anything because … well, in the absence of pride there is western civilization trailer park casual wear.
But you would be wrong! I like clothes! I like them so much I am finicky. But!
But!
Designers do not design for people. They design for themselves. And they aren’t very good at what they do! Why else do you think they use models that don’t look anything like the people who will actually wear their clothes? Because they would actually have to do some real work, real design. Being a lazy person myself, I know exactly where they are coming from.
Perfect example … I bought a jacket. A sports jacket. I love sports jackets so when I saw this little number I said, “Yeah! Gotta get back to sports jackets!” I’ve been missing them terribly.
So what do you think the bonehead who designed this thing did? He put fake pockets on the inside lining. You know, real jackets have actual pockets - it’s one of the reasons I like them. But the idiot who designed this decided it was a lot easier to put a fake pocket there rather than a real one. It would look so cool!
Who the fuck looks at lining? What possible purpose does a fucking fake pocket on the inside lining serve? It’s worse than lazy. Worse than incompetent. It’s just plain freakin’ stupid!!!
It’s sort of like building a house and painting a garage door on it rather than actually building a garage. God help you when Dad comes home three sheets to the wind and parks the car.
People of the world unite! How much longer are we going to let people design clothes strictly for magazine photos, and with no regard to function? Without a smattering of concern for the people who will actually wear these clothes?
Forget about men …Women! Think what you’d save in therapy, diet plans and self-image if you could actually buy clothes that looked good on you, as opposed to this week’s anger management escapee model with the look-du-jour?
Darn … this was such a lovely day. I was really hoping I’d post something other than a rant. Ah well, maybe tomorrow …
Tag: Fashion, Sports jackets, Designers
I, for one, am happy to read your rant. I concur! But I shall not go off the deep end and berate you and your readers with my opinions on the fascist, I mean fashion, industry.
You’ve hit the nail on the head.
I am sorry you didn’t find a sports jacket. I am sure you would have looked daper in it.
Well, I did get the jacket. And I suppose I look as dapper as I get.
But it’s got no damn inside pockets! Just make-believe ones. Grr.
I’m with you — a couple years ago, I went to buy some dress slacks and found only the new styles with 1-inch-deep “pockets.” I asked the clerk for some pants with real pockets and was told that “that’s the fashion, now. They’re only for show.”
Well, I don’t care about “fashion.” I care about where I’m gonna put my wallet and keys! I blistered that poor clerk’s ears for two solid minutes (without repeating an expletive, mind you) before I realized that the store staff have no control over the merchandise. So I ended up going to Workwear World and got some work-pants-that-look-like-dress-pants, instead. Not exactly what I wanted, but dammit, pockets are important!