What would a fan of fashion write about a fashion show such as the one Cheap Monday gave in Kungsträdgården Tuesday the 27th January? I guess something about flowerbums, thrashcans and colorlessness together with the word ‘collection’.
Regarding bums there were some true bums in the que (no they didn’t see the big que they stepped into), but inside the word would point towards trousers and sweaters picked up from the thrash and thrown out on the catwalk. Indeed they were thrashy and looked really worn in contrast to those straight-out-of-the-oven kittens who wore them.
Well, honesty might not appear as trashy as stated, there were some garments that hadn’t been sewn to appear worn; not complicated, which itself might provide the cardboard Lucia, kings, queens and musicians that participated. Many of them were things you would have hated your mum for forcing on your body if you were born in the earlier part of the 80s’. Lucky for the producers of such clothes, taste is a tounge not connected to some unchangeing realm of the brain. If it were; they might have lost a whole generation of potential consumers!
A good thing were the reappearence of certain style ingredients such as a scarf; if one poor find something thrown away it should be shared with the homies that suffer equal standards and in that way the mixing continues on and on.
The concluding sentence must emphasize that there is nothing more fun to observe the behaviour of other people and especially if they attend something primary because it is regarded as important by others. Remember to let your eyes lick the event horizon, not sticking the head to look inside, be aware – it might be lost forever!
