Ever been to a show during fashion week and felt left out because you weren’t wearing mismatched pajamas from a dirty Wal-Mart in the middle of Florida in 1997? I have. Yesterday.
I am so so sorry, but the Boy Meets Girl “Forever Young” show made me question what the world is becoming. The collection was aptly named “Forever Young” I suppose, because it was clearly referring to my youth in the 90s when wearing sweatpants paired with a tunic paired with a gross hoodie paired with a sweater from the juniors section at one of those off-brand stores that sells strictly poly-blend was acceptable. Acceptable, at least, for watching Disney Channel in the confines of your own home when you were nine. Wait, what am I saying? That was never acceptable. They may as well have accessorized the models with scrunchies and fanny packs.
Alternate names for the line could have been “Teen Mom Couture”, “Snooki’s Laundry Day”, “Chez Wal-Mart”, or “I Feel Fat”.
Let’s look at this side-by-side comparison of the vast range of clothing that is evidently being shown at fashion weeks these days.
Alexander Wang, left. Boy Meets Girl, right.
To quote Devil Wears Prada, “Is somebody doing a before and after story I don’t know about?”
I can’t even.
At least Wyclef was enjoying himself.