“Did you go to Gaultier’s 20th anniversary show in Toronto this past weekend?”, photographer asks his friend.
“What?”, his friend replies.
“It was transcendent! The anarchist uniform was shocking in its simplicity, and the shattered glass and burning cop cars were spectacular. It was light years ahead of anything I’ve seen in fashion. They must have had top Hollywood talent working on special effects“
“That wasn’t special effects”, his friend replies.
“I know, it seemed almost too real. But, before I gush too much, I have to say – I am really let down by the cops. It’s disgraceful how they paraded around like they did. Horrific, if you want the truth.
“You mean how they treated peaceful protesters?”, his friend asks.
“No,- I mean they’re not models! They’re pudgy, pockmarked and waddle around like they’re suffering from haemorrhoids. I would never put these people on the frontline of an urban fashion show. My god! It’s downright irresponsible.
“What?”, his friend says.
“I’m just being honest. And while I’m on it, the protesters didn’t make a very good frame either. Unkempt facial hair and mismanaged style, trying to blend fashion eras that are meant to be segregated like fighting children.
I mean, it’s like mating a koala and a kangaroo. Yes, they’re in the same country and cute in their own way– but a koala with a pouch and kangaroo living in a tree? It’s terrifying.
“What the hell are you talking about”, his friend says.
“I know I’m rambling. The point is -the show was a revelation. Get ready for a runway assault this coming fall. Revolution is in the air”.
“You’re a lunatic”
“Wait ‘till fall and you’ll call me a genius”