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Thursday, March 02, 2006

If I was a fashion reporter....

I'd probably write like Robin Givhan at the Washington Post. I stumbled on her blog about the various Fashion Weeks occurring around the world. There was something about it that was insidery, bitchy and very smart:

One quick example about race, models and Fashion Week:
After the short parade of matching black girls, out came the other models. And that's when we got annoyed and started feeling like we were going to have to tap into some inner Malcolm X. Why can't the black models just be part of the show? Why do they always have to be part of gimmick? At Issey Miyake, for instance, they came out in tribal paint and breastplates because the collection had an African/Asian/South Pacific inspiration. (But we did not see any other models looking like they had stepped off the Discovery Channel.) Can't the black girls just wear a nice evening gown? At Givenchy, they practically looked like the porters for the "real" models.
Posted by Viv at 6:20 PM
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