…as in right on.
I saw this thing circulating about the Nostradamus of fashion in 1939.
People sharing this quaint little black and white past-blast are doing what we all tend to do when uncovering time capsuled prognostications – laughing with the condescension of an elder or a parent who “knows better”.
But, you know – predictions from the late 30’s weren’t terribly off.
Were they?
Difference here is that Gaga might wear an electric-titty weapon, but at least she doesn’t fire verbal Twitter rounds at her own fans.
And the foreign dude with a brandy flask-turned-fanny pack?
(“Oh good. One roofie left for that slut with the tin Cinnabon tits. She’s just asking for it…”)
It’s not so different from this foreigner with the six pack and cargo shorts below:
I’ve often heard girls jokes about using men as ambulatory purses – their cargo pockets are ideal for storing their phones, lip gloss, wallet, hair pins, ipod, keys, chihuahua, and so on. (Also – are we really so far off from phone attachments like the conquistador looking 1930’s dude was wearing?)
And of course … what fashion tale would be complete without Gwen?
And, as one would expect, Gwen gets extra points.
Not just because she absolutely owns those cantilever style shoes – but also because she can decimate gender rules. Did you notice how she’s donning the same jumpsuit that mustache is sporting in the clip? And looks better than Clooney with 5 O’clock shadow doing it?
Also worth mentioning – how awesome it is that the narrator makes the point of every outfit’s purpose being directly to attract a man.
Duh. Clothes don’t attract guys like flies to some sorta cranial lightbulb…
What actually happens is: I put on awesome clothes, those awesome clothes make other chicks jealous, they then throw shade around the guy I want to eff, that only makes him hate her (because jealousy’s not cute), and then he and all his homies flock to me because my name’s in errybody’s mouth. I’m fashion famous. Or infamous. Whatever. All cuzza this awesome watt hat that apparently works Eureka style, just like in the cartoons – as my flawless plan has proven.
But if Quinn Morgendorfer taught me anything, it’s this: If you’re adorable enough, you can accomplish all’a this…
…wearing the same outfit every damned day.
