The ennui of hobo-chic

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the Louis Vuitton Raindrop Besace.


I'll give you the punchline first: This bag costs $1,960.

Is there anything intelligent to say about this sort of thing? Most of the blogs and comments thereon stick with a simple "ugh, no" with the occasional "it's distasteful to make fun of homeless people like that" or "who wants a purse that looks like TRASH BAG!?" (easy there, captain obvious). It's, like, so Derelicte.

I don't want to talk about how much rice or clean water or healthcare two thousand dollars could buy. I don't want to talk about whether Marc Jacobs is sincere or laughing at his slavish, super-rich customers. It's all so much tiresome retread.

So what's left? I wish there were a Roger Ebert of fashion, so that I could read his review of it and know what it means. Or at least so that I could read a fashion review that actually has merit as a critical essay rather than a bunch of one-liner comments squealed breathlessly without even bothering to remove the giant cocks they've all been gobbling as a nice mid-morning snack.

Ok that was a little harsh. Commenters have always been lowest-common-denominator morons (see: youtube), and I can't expect commenters on fashion blogs to be otherwise. I've been watching too much Zero Punctuation.

Vivienne Westwood's latest menswear collection, on the other hand,



can fuck right off.

Sure, pat yourself on the back. You're so edgy and like, topical with your orange jumpsuit and your shopping carts and your embarrassing parodies of what you think mentally ill people look like. Go back to making party dresses for people who can't remember how many homes they have, and leave the social commentary to someone who isn't trying to co-opt it for the mass delusion of the insulated class.