Two Issues continually come up during fashion week:
1.) The models are too skinny.
2.) The fur is too real.
And so it goes, fashion weeks succumb to the pressure and now anything naturally fluffy is kept out of sight. But when it comes to Milan the cat (or mostly rabbit) is let out of the bag. Italians don't do fake fur.
You wouldn't catch Sophia Loren dead in anything Synthetic. Oh the Irony.
Mark Fast has once again decided to throw in a size 16 amongst his emaciated collection of skeletons that littered his catwalk yesterday, and all in the name of diversity. Singing the same old tune that plus sized can look as good as those with a bmi of a rotting corpse.
I swore i'd never buy love magazine again after reading yet another trivial feature on Pixie Geldof. The final straw came when herself and her friends had collaborated with D&G, bringing out their own range of t-shirts with the words 'shit' and 'fuck' on them. Fuck them. I thought. So now they've gone and shot a cover with Justin Bieber for their androgyny issue, labeling him as the 'beautiful one'. I don't know what's more disturbing; the fact that the cover was shot by notorious pervert, Terry Richardson, or the fact that the whole world seems to think that everything this immaculate, corporate manufactured puppet touches turns to gold. ENOUGH! He's a miniature nightmare all wrapped up in one cutesy symmetrical package. Roll on puberty...