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Saturday, February 23, 2008


Fashion, said Oscar Wilde, is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months. So does everyone that engages in such activity have to be such an idiot?
If you’ve ever read one of the hundreds of books on the market telling women how to dress and how to shop, you know why fashion writing needs some more smart girls to come over to their side. These books exist, and are in some ways needed, because there is a huge disconnect between the fantasy world of Vogue — where women spend their days romping in fields wearing $1,500 sequined leggings — and reality.
What on earth does reality have to do with the world of fashion?
Freeman wrote a book for women who actually exist. Women who have to wait for buses in the middle of winter. Women who like to dance at parties, and do not want to have to sit in the corner because their feet are bleeding. She knows that these women live in the real world, where fur is not harvested from free-range chinchillas that all die of natural causes (see “Fur: bad”).
Ha!



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