The trends that I don't understand at all in the modeling world
I wear my blouse in a super-supersize, a cute dress I style towards casual with my boots, from that double G around the waist I also get a bit short of breath. You could say that I am starting to understand things in modeland by peeking a lot, I repeat: starting. But sometimes? Sometimes my mouth falls open unintelligently because my brain just doesn't believe what I see. I present to you: the trends from the catwalk, which give me an error.
The sleeping bag jacket
The thing looks more comfortable than my kingsize bed and lits-jumeaux blanket. Michelin is meanwhile calling to see if he can have his jacket back. And to say that it all looks so nice? Nah. You won't get cold, but I never believe that this duvet is good for your social life. I would run away very hard if I saw my best friend coming around the corner with that.
The balaclava
Seems extraordinarily inconvenient, unless you are fanatically into motocross or planning to rob a bank. I mean, do you know what such a thing does to your hair, to your makeup? And it must come off if you want to be received a bit pleasantly somewhere. Just try to order a latte with an extra shot of espresso at Starbucks with such a contraption on your head. Or to apply for a new card at your bank. Or to give your boyfriend a nice hug.
The cycling shorts
The name says it all, right? You wear cycling shorts on a bike, otherwise it would have been called office pants if it had done well there. But suddenly the cycling shorts appear on the upper thighs of Kardashians, with high heels underneath. They say it makes you look slim, I say you better not do it. And especially not in skin color.
The colored tights
In yellow, in apple green, in red, in white. In WHITE, people. Now I naturally believe that the rest of your ensemble is incredibly Gucci, but when I think of colorful tights, I immediately get the tune of Kloontje in my head, the one from five years ago, from the Land of Once, yes. Meghan Markle is actually just a breath of fresh air in her skin-colored example.
On your Crocs
Needs no explanation, I think. Crocs are not cool to polish, even if it suddenly seems fun at Balenciaga to send models on Crocs down the catwalk. Oh, those guys had so much fun. That one nudges the other: ‘You know what we do? Everyone in Crocs. They will even wear them. Muhahaha.’
Really, I get greedy for hip bags, see the fun in the return of the hippie glasses and even understand the transparent sandal (a very very little bit), but this? No. To be continued.
