It is a fashion, a way of life inspired by the very homeless, the vagrants, the crack whores that make this wonderful city so unique
Ms. Clarkson found this piece in the NYT about a fashion spread in Vogue India. As you can see, this woman with no teeth is holding a child sporting a $100 Fendi bib. It makes total sense, I mean what kid who lives in a country where half the people live on a $1.25 a day doesn't sport a Fendi bib, like duh? After I got a little huffy, Dave pointed out that after all these years, and the survival of the Malaysian prime minister, Derelicte is alive and well. Long live Mugatu.
Is this life imitating art, or art imitates art? Or art imitating art, imitating art? Or is it just sad?