Well, let me tell ya about them fancy clothes in Paris, the kind them city folks wear. I ain’t never been there myself, mind you, but I seen pictures and heard things. It’s called “Paris Street Fashion,” or somethin’ like that. Sounds all highfalutin, don’t it?
They got this place, Champs-Elysees, sounds like “Shams-Eliza” to me. It’s a big ol’ street, longer than my walk to the mailbox, I tell ya! Full of shops sellin’ things I couldn’t even dream of affordin’. Shiny things, soft things, things with names I can’t even pronounce. They sell clothes there, and them city gals, they sure do dress up.
Now, I seen some pictures, and let me tell ya, some of it’s just plain weird. They got these bags, shaped like… well, like nothin’ I ever seen before. Like someone took a lump of clay and just squished it around. They call it “sculptural,” I reckon. And the flowers! Not just pretty little posies, but big, giant flowers, stuck right on the clothes. Like they walked through a garden and got tangled up in it. They call it “3D florals.” Sounds fancy, but looks like a mess to me.
Then there’s the pants. Split right up the leg! Now, I seen ripped jeans before, but this is somethin’ else. Like they couldn’t decide if they wanted pants or a skirt, so they just did both. And the jackets! Big and puffy, like they stuffed a pillow inside. They call it “voluminous.” I call it lookin’ like a stuffed sausage.
- Shoes? Them boots look like somethin’ a motorcycle fella would wear. “Biker boots,” they call ’em. Heavy and clunky, not good for hoein’ the garden, I tell ya.
- Dresses? All bunched up and gathered, like someone forgot to iron ’em. “Ruched,” they say. Looks like a wrinkled mess to me.
- Hats? Little flat things, like what them newsboys used to wear in the old movies. “Flat caps,” I think they’re called. Keeps the sun outta your eyes, I guess, but not much else.
- Socks and tights? See-through! Like they ain’t wearin’ nothin’ at all. “Sheer socks” and “lace tights.” Land sakes, I’d be freezin’ my legs off in them things.
And the shorts! Long and baggy, like they borrowed their grandpa’s pants and cut ’em off at the knee. “Bermuda shorts,” they call ’em. Practical, I guess, but not very purdy. They got bags with fringes hanging off ’em, like a horse’s tail. And clothes with stripes, thin little stripes like you see on a pin. “Pin stripes,” they call it. And all these plaids and coats, reminds me of them rich folks up on the hill, always dressin’ like they goin’ to a horse show or somethin’. Rich and old-fashioned.
Now, some of it, I gotta say, it ain’t half bad. I seen some pretty dresses, even if they were a bit wrinkled. And some of them jackets, they looked warm and cozy. But most of it? Just plain silly, if you ask me. Spendin’ all that money just to look… well, like you spent a lot of money.
I reckon them fashion folks, they just like to make things complicated. Me? I like a good, sturdy pair of overalls and a comfortable shirt. Somethin’ that’ll last, somethin’ that’ll keep me warm and dry. Somethin’ that makes sense. But hey, to each their own, I always say. If them city folks wanna wear clothes that look like they got caught in a tornado, well, that’s their business. Me, I’ll stick to what I know.
So, that’s the lowdown on this “Paris Street Fashion,” as best as I can tell. A whole lotta fuss and bother over clothes that don’t look like they’d keep you warm or let you do a good day’s work. But hey, that’s just one old woman’s opinion. You take it or leave it.
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