Yesterday, I had the day-off from my usual grind up at Barneys and all the stresses of sale season. I was tucking in for the last fifteen minutes of Wendy Williams, when my good friend, a young stylist summoned me down to Midtown and Soho to help him pull looks for a photo shoot.
I liked the idea of getting out of the house and basking in the relatively balmy, sun-soaked weather we’ve been enjoying lately, so I thought nothing of it. I forgot, however, that this entailed dealing with the small army of Pretty Young White Things who flank the annals of the fashion world’s publicity houses.
These young girls are the oft underpaid flunkies who are required to do nothing more than look cute and soigne while laying down the hard lines of their clients’ rigid corporate credos. They are not to speak of impending bankruptcies, stay mum on whether any store has actually managed to sell some of their clients’ pieces, and they generally keep out the riff-raff with gimp-like shrugs and batting eyes. Like in all segments of the fashion biz, they dare not proffer their real opinions on the product, lest they fuck with the profit margins.
Anyway, these young girls, besides serving up heaps of sugar-coated attitude and banal conversation while staying ‘on-message,’ can always be counted on to show um, inventive takes on current trends in fashion. Their $700 biweekly checks leave them to get real creative by devising looks that can work both in a downtown office and also at last call at any Lower East Side boite they might fall into. This summer’s solution are Daisy Dukes as office attire. Yeah.
I saw girl after girl awkwardly adjusting a ragged pair of cut-off shorts as they stood up and sat down, twisting them this way and that. I witnessed several attempts to class up the tartiest of trends with dress shirts and flats. None of these approaches worked. This look is barely tolerable on the Jersey Shore, and down South, we all know that frayed edges only match with WIC checks and an Everclear cocktail. But here were several young women rocking this shit like it’s tasteful business attire.
Irony is out of style. If donning trucker hats and swigging PBR for shits and giggles is offensively démodé, then how did this look become cool?
Ladies reading from the hinterlands, you’ve been warned on this one. Don’t go there.
LMAO @ “Everclear cocktail.” You are right, this “look” is absolutely unacceptable in ANY type of business setting. Next time you see it, snap a picture, and I will put it up on StopNReflect.com