High Fashion

If you've ever wondered why they call it "high-fashion" it's because in order to appreciate it (and certainly to have conceived it) you've got to be high.

Just to be clear, I don't mean high like taking a few puffs off a joint. I mean high like shooting black tar heroine directly into your beating heart.

The following photos, from Fashion Week in Milan and Hong Kong, provide ample evidence for my theory.

Designer: Prada
What they were thinking: "Shit. Too plain. Throw a mini-skirt over it."


Designer: Michael Lau
What he was thinking: "What if Hannibal Lector fucked a wicker basket?"


Designer: Rachel Chan
What she was thinking: "Elegant, with a hint of woolly mammoth."


Designer: Emporio Armani
What they were thinking: "Eskimo. No, that's lame. Jet-puffed Eskimo."


Designer: Vivienne Westwood
What she was thinking: "Why are there crickets chirping inside my head?"


Designer: Lim Hyunhee
What she was thinking: "This dress would look magnificent covered in ostrich shit."