Typically, when one thinks of Paris, one thinks of fashion.
Dior.
Chanel.
Christian LaCroix.
But.
And it's a big But.
I am here to reveal that, regardless of all the posturing and pomposity, Little Miss Hoity-Toity has a 10 foot tall Fashion Faux Pas smack dab in the heart of Le Jardin de Luxembourgh for the world to see (if they dare not to avert their gaze):
Exhibit A:
The Skullet
7 comments:
Egad! You could have stayed home and visited Walmart for one of those.
(did I say that out loud . . . )
Hehehehe! Hohohohohoho! *snort*
I thought the majority of Parisians looked....weird. But, it was 1993 when I was there. Everybody looked weird in 1993.
But that sculpture is certainly...interesting.
Count Cheeky: Well, there was that jaunt to Walmart in Minnesota at 10:30 at night. Pretty close.
Countess iPost: Who knew these people actually may have a sense of humour?
Countess BA: Ya, they're still pretty freaky-deaky weird - lots of Stevie Nicks-esque layers going on some of the women. I have NO idea where The Sartorialist finds the cool people in Paris - but we're not there.
That is a sight...I'll give them that much.
That looks like a really bad interpetation of a Thai statue and something was definitely lost in translation. Je belive le mot pour c'est "merde."
You have won an award, BTW.
Countess MPM: Is this what they refer to as "a sight for sore eyes"?
Count Cormac: Le merde, bais oui.
But wrapped up in gold.
That makes it "art", apparently.
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