Fashion Week- episode one

How bad is it when the security guard at your office building knows you have a big meeting just because you show up in real clothes instead of the jeans and flip-flops you stroll in with every day? Oh well, what does he know, he's wearing a polyester blazer for god's sake.
Speaking of clothing, I spent last evening immersed in the bizarre trends of Fashion Week, currently taking place in Bryant Park. I tell you, the statements on the runway are nothing compared to the ones made by the folks waiting around outside. All these young social wannabes loitering around in their best "dress up" clothes, trying for all the world to look like they belong amongst the socialites and industry leaders. You'd think they'd be attempting to look nice, instead they throw on the most random hodge-podge of sample sale rejects and act as if having a designer label in their shirt makes up for their total lack of style and taste. It's almost as if fashion interns believe it's their God-given right to dress as if they've stepped out of a thrift store with a seeing-eye dog. A word to the wise here, knee-length khaki cut-offs with ankle boots are not so much a style as a mistake. Paying a ridiculously exorbitant amount of money for your blouse does not necessarily mean it looks good on you; it must still A) Fit correctly, B) coordinate with your pants, and C)Pay some respect to time, place and manner: ie, your white, sequin tube top is not appropriate for a Tuesday in September at 5pm.

You know I hate to say an ugly word about anybody, but really, someone should tell these folks that a semester at F.I.T. does not a fashion maven make. There is nothing that says you can't just wear the nice black pants that make your butt look good...that is, in my opinion, what clothing is all about.