Thursday, February 18, 2010
It's hard to imagine anything more depressing than being in the fashion capital of the world and seeing this sorry dress for sale in a Métro station, much less a station under renovation with all the attendant mess. Okay, back up. Sure, I can think of lots things that are more depressing, like the whole miserable situation in Haiti, the mess that is U.S. congressional politics at the moment, or the fact that Jean- Marie Le Pen's daughter is raising a ruckus because a fast food restaurant in Marseille is choosing to serve only halal burgers. (Because if you eat beef, the terrorists win.) But honestly, between the sad, sad mannequin and that cheesy dress, there's not much to recommend here.
What killed me though was the poster at the mannequin's feet which I give you in close up here:
Now I know exactly where to go when I need some new rags for clubbing.