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Wow. What a creation. Fashion week is the time people get to wear their creations without the general public batting an eyelid.
p.s. thanks for the comment about the Jasper
Conran show. Really appreciate it.
Posted by: the nyanzi report | September 28, 2010 at 11:09 AM
That is quite creative, but downright ugly, no? Kudos for wearing it!
http://davidikus.blogspot.com
Posted by: davidikus | September 28, 2010 at 11:30 AM
Man now this is something really groovy! Love this man's orginiality!
Posted by: Merilin | September 28, 2010 at 12:04 PM
hmmm, that is fun. in a way. it's hard to find some of that originality here in the westside of LA. it appears there is a uniform of sports clothes or practical, beige, comfortable chic lady with surgery, some high heels sometimes. in venice, it's more like hippie, "live more or less on the street". so different. people think i'm all dressed up...when i'm not.
Posted by: Carole | September 28, 2010 at 05:50 PM
Oh Carole. What a hoot! LA is soooo different from New York in matters of style and dress. When I arrived in LA for a work meeting, everyone knew right away that I was from New York -- apparently because I wore a lot of black, high heels and looked and acted "efficient."
Posted by: The Photodiarist | September 28, 2010 at 06:12 PM