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I’m not going to talk about Fashion Week too much again, because I know very few people honestly care, and I’m self-aware enough to know that the people who DO care read writing on the subject from writers who are both more knowledgable and better at it than I am. I recommend Rachel Tashjian and Lauren Sherman for a well rounded critical and ~business of~ perspective.
What I am prepared to discuss regarding Fashion Week, is what the clothes and the experience of being in it make me feel. And this comes as a tag-along, again, to my post a few weeks ago on Boredom.
What I feel about the clothes lately: yesss. I wasn’t in Milan, but I watched with glee the weirdness at Prada. I mean, everyone loves Prada, but I was struck by the designers’ commitment to making every look distinct from the last in the age of everything else looking the same (I also loved Rachel’s review and commentary on “the algorithm” being essentially a conversational non…
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